“I’ve always had a strong feeling for the Statue of Liberty, because it became the statue of my personal liberty.” -David Antin
When I first was moving to New York I had this grand idea in my head that this would be the place I would forever belong, that I would find all sorts of beings that were exactly like me and I would fit like a puzzle piece between these cracked roads and fast talking taxi drivers. I sit here before you now, a little over a week into this journey, proven wrong.
The Statue of Liberty, as we now see it to be a symbol of freedom and independence, was a gift given to us by the French as a symbol of friendship in our newly found land as well as our new peace treaty with France. Though originally the statue was designed and offered to Egypt to serve as a lighthouse in the Suez Canal. The Egyptians, not being very fond of Napoleon, refused the gift which inevitably got sent our way.
This statue that has become the USA icon, was never meant for us to even have. we were not in mind when it was created, we were not entitled to its usefulness. But none the less, it has lit the way for dreamers around the world, a beacon of hope and identity.
So now I found myself here. Feeling a little more like the Statue of Liberty every day. This is not where I belong. Because I’m not so sure I’ll ever belong anywhere for good. But in this island, I hold purpose. I hold destiny. I hold reason.
Lady Liberty has graciously settled in our waters, knowing we need her more than she needs us. You can see it in her Mona Lisa smile.
Though I’m not so sure where I will end up, or if I’ll ever find a place I fit in. Because maybe the whole point of my creation was to serve as the exact opposite. But for now, I stand as a lighthouse. Firm & unshaken. Letting the current crash upon me, taking in what ever ships decide to set sail near by.
Because I am hope. And in this city that never sleeps, I know I will come so much closer to realizing why I was sent here at all.