I recently found out that I am not going to be able to return to coaching the boys JV Soccer team in the fall at the school I was coaching at. I suppose I could rail against the decision the school made, but that just isn’t me at this point. Years ago I would have probably lashed out, but at this point I am sad and will miss my chance to work with the youth that I had built a relationship with. But it has made me come to a significant realization: Every moment we share with our students or athletes is a gift.
I used to walk into museums and look at art pieces and think, “Man that is so simple. I could have done that!” I used to walk around kind of arrogant and not really appreciating the art. As I grew older my perspective changed and I started appreciating art in a different light. Modern pieces are not always my favorite, but I can at least wonder what exactly the artist is trying to say. The work that was put into the piece was tremendous even if I cannot always relate with the feelings the person was trying to convey.
Recently, in the Louisiana Museum of Art I walked along an artist’s creation that had a gravel ground with a stream of water flowing through the space, which carved its own path. The people in the space were quiet and almost reverent as everyone took in the sight. Years ago, I would have scoffed. Today I marveled and wondered with all kinds of questions bursting forth and I ended up looking through the book in the gift shop to try to find the meaning. I didn't find it, but it was a neat experience walking through what should have been outdoors inside as an interactive art piece. So again, my mind goes to the place it always goes: I could have done that. All they did was lay rocks in a way that caused a downhill slope and let water flow down it.
|This was an amazing piece. |
Louisiana Museum of Art, DK