Moving away... (which very often means moving abroad) is what many youngsters in Portugal have to do (have been doing) in order to feel they are (still) useful, even if what they'll be doing wherever they move to, has apparently nothing to do with what they had expected to be doing for the rest of their lives ... among those are artists, such as my daughter whose scarse salary (when there's work) is not enough to get by on their own ...
I can put myself in her (their) shoes and understand why they temporarily (hopefully) turn their backs to their Art ... the one they dedicated themselves to for years, yet to little or no avail ... believing there would be a turning point somewhere ... in the apparently distant horizon ...
Leaving is not going to be easy for her or anyone else for that matter, as well as those they care for and are strongly attached to ... but right now moving away means moving forward ... and that's what she (and many of those who will make similar decisions now and in the near future) have to do ...
I wish she could be singing "it's a new day ... it's a new life ... and I'm feeling good ..." ... but only the future will confirm this assumption ...
May she also remember the family farewell gathering support organised over this past weekend ... as she moves forward and away from us ... and above all may her artistic soul be projected in whatever she does, whether it is Art oriented or not ...
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