Last weekend I saw The Pillowman written by Martin McDonagh on my campus. Before seeing the seeing produced by fellow theatre students, I have read the play and am familiar with its dark plot. I was originally expected to be reminded of the horrific scenes in the play, but instead, I had surprisingly inspired. Behind the gruesome tradegy of the play, is a beautiful theme of immortality of words and the universal fight of writers to ensure that their words live on when they don't. As a newly declared English and theatre major, this really really struck cord of inspiration. It made me think of how meaningful my words are, whether spoken or written and the power of art. Art and language are what separates humans from animals. For the next three years and beyond, I will spread this truth with my studies.
Also, on a unrelated note, last night I had an illuminating thought that everyone around me is a buddha like figure. I have been learning many insightful things from a lot of different people. College truly is the place of immense knowledge and personal growth. It hit me last night how incredibly lucky I am to be be at such a fitting university.
