Three Muses

 Some may call it a uselessly assembled assortment of miscellaneous artifacts. Others call it a museum. The concept of a place that beholds entities of every composition and era known to man seems almost unbelievable. Throughout my experiences at museums, I have found that they occupy this sort of everlasting peace that all generations can enjoy. Whether it be a child engaging in their first wonders of environmental wisdom or an elder looking to expand a profound knowledge of life, a museum is a timeless symbol of enrichment. I always found comfort amidst the countless artifacts, and taking on the position as a youth docent at the Whaley House Museum, it has intensified my fondness. The joy I feel as I bestow guests the ability to appreciate the history of an inanimate object remains unmatched. I cannot envision the absence of this ambiance in my life with this understanding. I one day hope to occupy a career as a conservator-restorer and revive the former glories of artifacts so their hidden narratives are unveiled and enjoyed by others again. It is a worldly apprehension of the timeless question plaguing humanity—who are we?