I was talking to a friend today and our conversation went to our lives in high school. Suddenly, I remembered how me and my friends ruled one part of the hierarchy during those days. I wasn't a sports person, nor the academic achiever. I wasn't even the campus crush. I was part of the group that make the performers guild. I was a performer. I made that mark.
The stage was part of my daily routine and rehearsals were always on a daily basis. A day without rehearsal would be very weird for all of us; specially for me. I lived just across the street which made me believe that the rehearsals would be the only reason to go home late. Traffic or driving strikes won't pass for a good reason.
When I graduated, I left that mark: the performer. I didn't give it much thought but it made me someone who seemed to be attracted to the arts. Too bad for me, the art form was not that flourishing during my college years.
Suddenly, the memories of lights and stage came creeping. It was undeniable that I missed it but I don't know how this would work out for me.
Thinking about this makes me stand and make a cup of tea.
What MARK have you made?
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