GREED
Thru rosy glasses 👓
It was the last day of the Serendipity Art Festival, and I just wanted to soak it all in. I wanted to experience all of it, as much as I could, as many events as possible.
Out of I the hundreds of events that day, I could attend maybe 4–5 events. 2 of those events were pretty good (very fresh), 2 were okayish, and then there was this 1 that just changed my life.
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Now, one would think, how can 1 experience change your entire life and that too a good experience!
Generally, it is the unpleasant experiences that make us want to change, but this was completely different.
I hesitantly went to the venue where this workshop was being conducted and was partially relieved to hear that it was over when I reached the venue. But it was just another one of destiny’s plays and I heard wrong.
They were talking about a different (kids’) workshop that had gotten over, and the adults’ art therapy workshop was about to start.
That one hour helped me reconnect with paints & painting again in a different manner altogether. I don’t remember the last time I used or bought paints before that and it’s been almost 2.5 years (at the time i wrote this, now 3.5 years), I haven’t stopped since then, mostly irregularly.
But every time I paint something now, I not only have a good time but also thank my stars for that day when I decided to attend that workshop.
