Vaidotas: Why didn’t we just admit it? What were we so ashamed of? This question kept coming to mind as I recalled a recent situation in Frankfurt.
Here’s what happened: we had a long layover before our connecting flight, so we decided to explore Frankfurt. After a while, though, we started to feel exhausted, having gotten up so early that morning.
We decided to find a place to sleep for a couple of hours, and there happened to be a hostel nearby. We went in and asked for a private room. The guy at the front desk looked at me (Vaidotas) and suddenly asked, “Do I know you?” Mantas and I just smiled but said nothing. Then he added, “Aren’t you an artist?” I continued to stay silent, rolling my eyes slightly. The guy looked a bit confused but eventually dropped the topic.
We got a room with bunk beds, slept for a solid two hours, and then headed back to the airport. But I couldn’t shake the question: why didn’t we just say, “Yes, we are artists”? Why do we still struggle to accept recognition and compliments? We need to learn to embrace it.
