No, it's not like any other love.

He had never anything like this in such a long time. Obtaining acceptance has never been a major part in his life. Neil has always had the talent, the passion to follow his dreams but he has been held back when it concerned anything outside of the classroom. His life could never turn out the way he would like to live it; that was most certain. Keeping it quiet, following the rules and maintaining the straight series of A-grades, were worldly wisdoms which were drummed into him by his father. In summary it meant that his son was simply not allowed to have a mind for himself. 

These two hours on stage led Neil to acquire a taste for another aim in life. He never had a problem following the rules. But tonight he violated the construed layout of his career and it did not feel illegal. Instead he had sensed something incomparable. The discussion which occurred shortly before he withdrew from his parents to find shelter in his room let him rethink the inevitable question about the meaning of life. His feelings were asunder. A huge medical career was what his father aspired for him; but it was not what he wanted, not what he was anxious to do. He didn’t want to compromise on anything anymore. he felt that this was not what would fulfill his life. It was not the academic pressure that turned him into the impacting decision that he made, it was more the exerted pressure which preyed his spirit and started to eat away at his character. Neil had to deal with the progressing feeling go the necessity for independence. He wanted to put all his heart into visual arts but he did not obtain the required support and without that backing of his family an arising conflict set work on in his head. 

Neil’s pyjamas, bathrobe, towel, and shaving kit were all neatly laid out on his bed. He touched his pyjamas lightly and then removed his coat and shirt. Engrossed in thoughts his soul drifted away into a whole other world. There was a lot going on in his mind. One could have almost heard his words echoing in the room. Neil stepped towards the windows. He opened them. The natural light of the midnight hours highlighted the outline of his body. His shadow showed up on the wall. The silhouette did not give any hints of his facial expressions away. It seemed to take him away and make him inapproachable. The mystic of the night accentuated the action inside of his body. The frigid wind let all his muscles tighten. It was a cold and silent winter night. 

The crown of twigs from the play rested in front of him on the windowsill. He picked it up, sensitive with one hand; he placed it on his head really slowly and gracefully with both of his hands. He closed his eyes. His head lowered slowly and gracefully into trance, starting to listen to his heart, to what the arts have taught him. The silence of the night embosomed him. His spirit sank deeper and deeper into his thoughts; he blanked everything around him out. The window frame was silhouetted against his body. Semi-nude with the crown on his head Neil conveyed the imagery of Christ on the cross. He had found his hold in his beliefs. Neil has tapped the full potential that has been given to him. He was not able to go in any direction; he felt to be situated on a level of life beyond the possibility of humanity to change track. This young guy already exuded the strength, the calmness and the wisdom of a greater magnitude than expected for his age. He had grown with every single instance that occurred. Neil was ready to follow his really own way of life. By taking several more deep breaths, the fresh air pervaded him with the certainty what to do. 

A door opened and a grownup man emerged, slowly walking down the stairs.