“La obra de arte es una creación intencionada
Conformada por un conjunto de información plasmada
Siguiendo un código que a quienes les es conocido
Les permite extraer el cien por cien de su contenido
Es decir, que tan solo puede abrirse su equipaje
Con la llave del que sabe la clave de su lenguaje.”
-Solitario
Have you ever watched a children’s movie and laughed at the clever double-entendre jokes meant for adults? Nothing raunchy, but you know what the writers did. To the children, it’s just funny dialogue or slapstick, but as an adult, you catch the underlying expressions or comments. Same movie, but different messages.
That’s how life is.
The way we see things is shaped by our past experiences and knowledge. A child doesn’t understand the double-entendre because they lack the perspective of an adult. But as an adult, you get both sides—because we were all children once.
I remember liking certain movies when I was younger because the characters were funny and stupid. Years later, I would watch the same movies and dislike them for the exact reasons I once enjoyed them. What changed? I did. My definition of “funny” matured, and I realized I no longer enjoyed slapstick and sketch comedy.
Have you ever read a book, enjoyed it, then revisited it years later and loved it even more—maybe even interpreted a different message from it? Same book, but your level of awareness had changed.
Or music—have you ever listened to certain music when you were younger, mainly because it was what your friends, radio stations, and algorithms fed you, only to grow up and develop a taste for music you once thought was lame? I know I have. I used to listen to trending songs about money, guns, bitches, and drugs because I didn’t know any better—I liked what everyone else liked. Then I came across music that spoke to what I was going through. Lyrics that delved into philosophy, struggles, and the things most people try to avoid thinking about. Those lyrics exposed me to a different level of musical awareness, and I haven’t listened to music the same way since.
Have you ever created a piece of art that no one seemed to understand? Maybe you poured your emotions onto a canvas—your pain, your inner turmoil—only for someone to glance at it and say, “Oh, that’s nice.”
…Nice?
This painting represents the torment of being unheard, unseen. It’s the silent scream of someone drowning in their own mind. It’s the embodiment of living in limbo—stuck between giving up entirely or fighting to prove everyone (including myself) wrong. Between saying “fuck it” and ending my life, or keeping up the fight just to see if I can make it.
But sure. It’s nice.
It seems like everything created is subjective, only fully comprehensible to those who possess the metaphorical key to unlock its meaning.
I remember when people tried to explain messages like these to me years ago, but I thought I knew everything. I wasn’t ready to receive the lesson. Maybe it was ignorance mixed with arrogance, but mostly, I wasn’t in the right mindset to understand.
It’s like opportunities—they come into your life, but if you lack the time, money, or resources to seize them, or if fear holds you back, you miss out. In the same way, I’d see movies or read books trying to show me a different path to life, but because I wasn’t mentally ready, I kept walking down the same road—prolonging the pain and my growth.
Have you ever heard someone say, “Why does this always happen to me?” or “Why do I always fall for it?” “Why do I always date assholes?”
It’s because they haven’t yet understood the message life is sending them. Until they do, the same lesson will keep appearing in different forms.
Instead of asking, “Why is this happening to me?” ask, “What must I learn from this?”
Same situation, different perspective.
So next time you read something, listen to a song, see a piece of art, or watch a movie and immediately think, “This sucks” or “This is trash,” pause for a moment. Maybe it’s not that it’s bad—maybe you just don’t possess the key to unlock its contents yet.
Not every opinion has to be voiced. Not everything is meant for you at every moment. Some messages won’t make sense until you’re ready for them. And sometimes, the things we dismiss will keep appearing in our world—waiting for us to mature enough to finally understand.
