Who You Are Matters, Everyone!

A teacher in the Netherlands pulled a blog post I wrote about the beginnings and outcome of following my passion in woodworking here and I am not altogether sure why what I wrote altogether mattered except, well, I got something that matters to me off my chest. It happens all the time that things left unsaid are never understood and this parallels what I have written about the hardest question to answer being the one that's never asked or seeing the things that are missing or the things that you don't want enable to you so see and determine the very things that you do want.

For me it mattered that I wrote down how my life as a craftsman unfolded from a genesis of surrounding profound influences that gently flowed into my life. Being at school helped me to see first what I did not want, did not want to be and then what I did want to be. I wrote down my feelings because I understood what it was not to have a sense of belonging and then what it was  to find a sense of place in which belonging thrives. I understand that many people have yet to find their becoming. They can be 17 or 70, boy, girl, man, woman in search without knowing they are searching or seeking.

The teacher at HMC Rotterdam (the vocational college of furniture making I think) in the Netherlands had compassion for the students and used my post to reach out to them. They read it and wrote to me in the comments section of my blog expressing their senses and sensibilities revolving round their choosing woodworking as a future. I believe I received around 30 messages. So this blog is just to thank them and their teacher. I would love to meet them all in 5 years time to see how they are doing. Maybe I will go to HMC and see them all now. Who knows?