Creativity can be a crutch. The most fascinating aspect about creativity is that it can be applied to just about anything: dance, sports, games, technology. I always come up with so many ideas and write them down, hoping it would come into fruition in the future, but at the moment, I have drawer filled to the brim of great ideas that have no relation to one another and that will never see the light of day simply because I never set my heart on ONE thing. I want to be many things and I think it’s safe to say that I have phases. My friends probably notice it, maybe not. That is why I am not entirely great in one subject, because I dabble in it, learn the basics then I move onto my next dream.

I bought a drum set.

I bought a guitar.

I bought a piano.

I tried to learn break-dancing.

Learned popping + tutting.

Had intentions of playing competitive soccer.

Wanted to be one of the fastest runners.

Took up drawing.

That isn’t to say that my dreams are entirely dead. Occassionally, I would pick up a few spoons and airdrum to a song, pretend I’m playing a piano, think up some choreo in my head, or just go on a run and ran as fast as I can. It’s just that, I have all these things and I’m only slightly good at all of them, rather than being able to say “I’m really good at this one thing,” I can only say “I’m alright…”

I’m in college, major picked out, and I still don’t know what I want to be. I just want to be put in a job that uses my creativity to the fullest, no restraints, but it looks like that doesn’t exist.

Now if you excuse me, I must move on to my next hobby: slam poetry.