Vacation Journal Entry 2: Creativity

I think I reconnected with a part of me that I hadn’t seen in a while. When I was younger, I was pretty much the stereotypical artsy kid. I loved drawing, I did poetry and theatre, I read entire 400-page books in a day,  I was overly sentimental and an absolute airhead. And because of that I felt like I didn’t really fit in. So I changed that part of myself. I stopped doing poetry. I listened to all the people who told me Art was useless and that I wouldn’t really get anywhere in life if I was an artist. And I ate it up. I took it as a fact. I abandoned all this stuff that gave me joy in order to fit in. And it made me happy, for a bit. I made a lot more friends, I started doing better in school, and I honestly believed that art was pointless. 

But there was always this emptiness, this hole that I couldn’t fill. Something was missing. I tried everything: Movies, Video Games, Sports, but nothing worked. For a while I thought life was just like that, a bleak rush through your routine over and over until you inevitably die and that’s don’t have to do it anymore. 

I found out because I was walking on the beach with a childhood friend of mine, and at one point, we sit down on some rocks to look at the ocean. And he pulled out a little notebook. He looked at some hermit crabs who were about and started drawing. I started talking to him about art and drawing, and he mentioned that he wanted to make a comic book. Now keep in mind, he’s a second-year college student, so at first I kinda didn’t pay much mind. But he started telling me the story he had in mind, and it reminded me of myself a long time ago. I still have all the stories that I now wish I had the time and skill to make real.

So, from here on out, I decided i’ll be giving more attention to my creative side. I want to nurture this into a proper passion, where I have the ability to draw and write whatever comes to my mind.