Recently, I have found myself in conversations with friends who have had tremendous difficulty trying to do what they love. I met Tyler the other day; he asked me if I still work at the same boring job after so many years. I told him I do not plan to change it until the company does not want me anymore. Tyler said that he is still looking for the perfect job, in which he loves what he does and earns enough money.
After getting my university degree three years ago, an oil company hired me within a few months. Although art was my passion since I was about four years old, I decided to follow my parents’ path and spend the rest of my life in the oil and gas field. I love painting; I love creating, but I was never gifted with the …show more content…
September 4th, 2016 I spent my Saturday reading a poem called “Diary of a Piano- Tuner’s Wife.” I saw my own experiences, my life, reflected by the wife of the piano tuner. We are similar; we tried to live unconstrained, but we failed. Her daughter does not call her anymore. It has been so long that she would not recognize her voice or how she looks. Her husband, on the other hand, is out in someone else’s house, enjoying the cake and coffee. He is having pleasant conversations with the owner of the house while tuning the piano; he is cheating on his wife. Her husband cannot feel anything unless it’s meanness.
What can the wife do? Divorce? In 1956 when women were considered a minority? No, she cannot divorce. She gives up on her family; she realizes that she is the string that is out of tune, when her husband tries to keep the world in tune. The wife needed a way to make him suffer, and she has found the outlet. She found her phantom limb, leaves him when she discovers her independence. I worked hard, pursued degrees in interesting subjects, seeked noble professions. I was genuinely looking to make a difference. The piano tuner’s wife has found her freedom, but when will I find