Looking at the photo of his grandparents when they were young on his phone, he saw eyes full of longing like his now.
20 years ago, he was full of youth and aspiration to come here to pursue his own path, his own dream. The dream has not yet come true, but he has created his own creative fingerprint. Every day, rain or shine, he works tirelessly in the workshop, the summer is as hot as fire, the winter is bone-chilling cold, all for art. He said that each year he only spends time visiting home on average 1-2 times, staying home for about 4-5 days. His parents are now in their 70s. He said that life is very fast, and in 20 years, the total number of days he will still be home to visit his parents will not be many.
No one wants to be away from their family, but every dream has a price. Artists are often lonely on their creative path. And a few decades from now, one day, he will return home with the same mood as the character in the song "My Mother" by musician Tran Tien: "Mom, I'm old now, I sit and miss you, crying like a child/ Mom, I'm old now/ I sit and miss the old house". Everyone has a mother, and there will be times when everyone will miss their mother, especially in moments of failure, just wanting to remember the sweetness of childhood. Waiting for mom to come home from the market, or falling into her arms to be comforted and consoled.
The artist's eyes looked into the distance: I just don't know if at that time, I will achieve the dream that the boy in that old house dreamed of. Life is unpredictable, no one can predict the future. At a certain age, like me now, I often feel confused about life, about the values that I am pursuing. And suddenly at that moment, the lines of the song "My Mother" resounded: "Mom, the world is vast, vast but not as vast as our home/ Even though it is rich and glorious. Glory is not as great as having a mother".
