I recently read about a letter that Kurt Vonnegut sent to a group of high school students in 2006.
In the letter Vonnegut urges the students to ‘Practice any art […] no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.’
The other day I passed a building site – a massive block of flats was being torn down. The smell of dust and concrete filled the air while the digger bit out huge chunks of what had – only a couple of weeks ago - been someone’s living room. On the fence around the building site hung a picture of things to come – the new block of flats which a year or so from now will stand on this site, all shiny and nice and new. Watching the digger munch away for a while, exposing cables and multicoloured walls as it went, I couldn’t help but think about ‘the messy bit in the middle’.
I repotted some plants the other day, something that had been long overdue. When I pulled them out of their old pots, their roots which had of course kept growing all this time, were a tight tangle that had grown into the shape of the pots. It’s quite incredible they were still alive really, but needless to say, they weren’t thriving. Since having been transplanted into bigger quarters, these plants have burst into life - sprouting a multitude of new leaves.
This made me think about life; about how we sometimes squeeze ourselves into things that no longer fit: ...