Ever since we were young it seemed that we all fought to find our talents. When I was younger I was always convinced I would play the violin, not once did I ever learn to play. So I figured I would be in a band and sing, but that was at Primary School, I sing for the laughs anyway. Then I believed I would become a black belt martial artist, unfortunately though my taekwondo school closed down when I was merely three belts off. I thought I would take my hand at dance, but everyone does dance and when you're not the most 'fit' you just feel like a fool. Song writing didn't go too well for me either, lyrics are fine but the chords... well, I don't think it's explainable.
But there is nothing better than finding your talents. Lots of people tell me I am a nice, respectable person; easy to get on with. That's a talent really, I don't care what people are but I care who, it's like a metal detector for personalities. Self indulging like this post is often frowned upon but I hardly do it anyway!
Now though, I have an obstacle to my rather concrete talent. I want to write. I want to write dramatically with prolonging melancholy yet have creatures of slime within my work, though I can see that being difficult from an auto-biographical perspective. University stands in my way, my grades and work stand in my way. I want to be professional not a 'pass-me-off' writer, I don't want to be a one hit wonder, I want to be a role model. That's why I want to write. I have already written, I am currently writing and I won't stop, but I'll never trip over my obstacles ever again.
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