Two of my closest friends have joined the Armed Forces.
One a Marine. The other a member of the National Guard.
Because of my physical condition — I have metal plates in my hips as result of surgery to combat effects of the cerebral palsy I was born with (I was born three months premature) — I am not fit to serve my country in the same way as them.
I’m exercising. Building up my strength and endurance. But the reality is: When it comes to my physicality, I’ll always hit a wall that others won’t.
Since it’s clear that my future lies not in working with my body, but in working with my mind, that’s one reason why I decided to pursue writing.
I used to feel bummed that I wasn’t able to do everything that my friends were doing.
But, a recent thought has caused me to see my decision to devote my time and talents to becoming an artist in a new light:
A soldier’s duty is to fight for home. An artist’s duty is to make home worth fighting for.
On a related note:
It’s art — music and visuals — like this that make me appreciate my home: