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This person essay reflects on my experience as a mature aged creative writing student within the Academy. I often question what value my work can have or indeed if it has any scholarly or social value at all. At the ripe old age of 53 what am I doing studying in University? What am I hoping to achieve? The flippant answer is to become qualified to earn a reasonable living and support my family and myself into my old age. But of course this answer is only partially truthful. After all I could work anywhere. However,I need a challenge and issues to wrap my brain around. I need to read, think, reflect and then to write. I need to write as much as I need to eat and sleep. It is my way of making sense of the world I live in.
Everywhere I look I see problems and possible solutions, yet there is often an antipathy or sense of futility articulated by people in power and those directly affected. I was never one to disagree with the Einstein’s statement that “Knowledge of what is does not open the door directly to what should be.”
To this day I see things from what could be considered a ‘skewed angle’. I see potential everywhere. If only the stakeholders and power brokers had the will or bravery to adopt change. And like the Death card in the Tarot pack, change is not frightening to me. The status quo is to be feared. This is why I need to write. In need to describe my alternate visions, hopes and dreams. I need to articulate the reasons for change. I need to convince people that discriminatory practices and beliefs do not have to remain discriminatory. Inequality is not necessarily a prerequisite for society to function effectively.
This is why I am at University. I want to affect change in my world