Well, don’t you just love it when you started writing something, saved the document somewhere and then can’t remember what you titled it? Well I don’t.
Thats okay, I’ll just start again. Who doesn’t like a fresh start? I don’t. Just kidding.
Last Tuesday, (like two weeks ago Tuesday) I went and saw my first slam poetry battle as part of the Hullabaloo Youth Poetry Slam Competition in Vancouver. There were teams from different high schools who competed individually and in groups. As I saw all the kids using big words and alliteration to try and capture their life as they experience it, or their take on world problems and solutions, I was fondly reminded of a time when my life was full of the same type of passion. When I was their age, I thought I knew things, and I don’t mean historical facts. I thought I knew things about the world and how it ran. The truth is I was very innocent (still am in lots of ways I think), but what I lacked in experiential knowledge, I made up for in determination and enthusiasm.
I am currently under the mentorship of a well known publicist in town, Ellie O’Day, helping to promote the IGNITE! Youth-Driven Arts Festival, and I am again surrounded by youth (of which I am still considered to be part of at the moment) and I am inspired by the amount they take on, and their talents that they work hard at cultivating.
Along the way, I have lost track of my teenage self, who was out to conquer the world. I could attribute this to many things- the first being money, which instills in you the fear of ‘not enough’. Also, there is the fear of age which I instill with the expectation that ‘I should know things.’ But that self analysis is not the intent of this reflection.
Spending time around people with the passion like the high school kids I have encountered over the last few months, reminds me of a braver time and inspires me to get back there in spirit and march forward.
P.S. This is relevant but also off topic, I am super into spoken word now!
Thats okay, I’ll just start again. Who doesn’t like a fresh start? I don’t. Just kidding.
Last Tuesday, (like two weeks ago Tuesday) I went and saw my first slam poetry battle as part of the Hullabaloo Youth Poetry Slam Competition in Vancouver. There were teams from different high schools who competed individually and in groups. As I saw all the kids using big words and alliteration to try and capture their life as they experience it, or their take on world problems and solutions, I was fondly reminded of a time when my life was full of the same type of passion. When I was their age, I thought I knew things, and I don’t mean historical facts. I thought I knew things about the world and how it ran. The truth is I was very innocent (still am in lots of ways I think), but what I lacked in experiential knowledge, I made up for in determination and enthusiasm.
I am currently under the mentorship of a well known publicist in town, Ellie O’Day, helping to promote the IGNITE! Youth-Driven Arts Festival, and I am again surrounded by youth (of which I am still considered to be part of at the moment) and I am inspired by the amount they take on, and their talents that they work hard at cultivating.
Along the way, I have lost track of my teenage self, who was out to conquer the world. I could attribute this to many things- the first being money, which instills in you the fear of ‘not enough’. Also, there is the fear of age which I instill with the expectation that ‘I should know things.’ But that self analysis is not the intent of this reflection.
Spending time around people with the passion like the high school kids I have encountered over the last few months, reminds me of a braver time and inspires me to get back there in spirit and march forward.
P.S. This is relevant but also off topic, I am super into spoken word now!
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