Back in the present Showay felt a warm sense of compassion toward himself as
a child.
Contemplating this event with the clarity time bestows, he recognized where the
problem lay. Following the the guidance of a good friend, he began talking to
the lonely and angry child that sat alone during that infamous open house
day.
"It’s ok my friend," Showay told himself with a soft and warm tone, "you are a
good young man… the problem is not your enthusiasm. The problem is not your
love for art and the joy of creating. The problem is the motivation
behind your choices. The energy you chose to hold and give expression to. I
know you can’t see it right now for no one taught you this, but this energy
tarnished your art. The vast majority of people really don’t like being around
those who seek self-aggrandizement. What people like is being around honest and
simple people. Today you were shown this. By ignoring you, they actually did
you a favor. They were letting you know your motivation was wrong. If you had
done something you liked just because you in-joyed it, just like your friends
did, people would have stopped by and supported you. Trust me on this one my
good friend, trying to be like your mom and doing things to get her love and
approval will ruin your life. Let it go… just let it go. Make a different
choice, a choice for simplicity and honesty and you will see your life change
for the better…"
The rocking motion of the chair was very soothing to Showay who was once again
aware of the refreshing and cleansing breeze which gently invited him to let go
of his sorrow and welcome Joy. In so doing, he was transported back in time
again and was shown how after a few more failed attempts at expressing feelings
through art, he embraced the security of the linear and cold expression of
technical drawing or drafting.
"That’s it! That’s what I saw at the farms!" exclaimed a triumphant Showay,
"The difference and contrast between cold functional housing versus the warmth
of art!"
