My path

A Story by Anna Simon

We all have our life stories. I wanted to capture mine in a very abstract way.

I remember the music school I attended for a year for piano classes. When I was walking in the corridor of the school I could hear all kinds of sounds that musical instruments could make. I could hear a violinist playing Tchaikovsky, the woman with short hair playing Nocturne in C sharp minor by Chopin, a chorus of young singers was performing "Ave Maria" Schubert.I remember the last day I spent there. I was so indifferent towards music and I wasn't aware of the unrecognized magic I was in those days. Instead, I was happy I didn't have to go there anymore...I was happy I could convince my parents that music wasn't my thing. Later I would tell them I wanted to be a soccer player. But with that one I couldn't convince even myself. That was a time in my life when I thought I knew what was right or wrong.I was only 8 years old. I miss that confidence sometimes. But life takes us to places for a reason.So here I am with the confidence that not knowing is a way of being.

My curiosity took me to the most unexpected places to get better understanding of myself. I have been in the wild testing my courage. I have been on top of a mountain testing my patience. I have been in the sea watching the Sunset feeling that the end is as beautiful as the beginning. I have been under the Ocean to examine the marine world: something different from mine. I have been on the air flying far away from who I was. I have been on the ground to judge other species from my class. I have been on the surface of the water to test my consistency. I have been in the cold to test my peace.I have been in a desert to test my wisdom and immunity for survival. I have been in a war to test my love. I have been in the library to enrich my soul. I have been in a sickness to test my faith. I have carried thrones to test my modesty. I have been imprisoned to appreciate the freedom. I have been forgiven to learn to forgive. I have gone a long way of understanding who am I: a human being with a DNA that carries a history of a human kind and still doesn't know the laws of its existence.

So what could I possibly do with no true information about myself.I was just an installation of some social impacts.I opened the fridge,took a sip from the iced coffee and started writing.This is how an unintentional act of breathing brought me here to tell you my story.