I feel that I'm an artsy fellow who doesn't have any artsy talent and/or doesn't know how to express himself in an artful way.
I want to play an instrument, a guitar or a violin to serenade myself but I have not the training nor the trainer.
I want to paint a masterpiece, to dazzle myself with a blend of colors so wild and yet so insightful but I am color blind.
I want to write something that changes people's life but more and more I feel like I'm a John Doe with a mediocre writing skill waking up from his delusion of grandeur.
Oh muse, where art thou?
I want to play an instrument, a guitar or a violin to serenade myself but I have not the training nor the trainer.
I want to paint a masterpiece, to dazzle myself with a blend of colors so wild and yet so insightful but I am color blind.
I want to write something that changes people's life but more and more I feel like I'm a John Doe with a mediocre writing skill waking up from his delusion of grandeur.
Oh muse, where art thou?
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HERE I AM! ART ON ME BABY YEAAH!
Let me get the chisel and hammer. [I just realized that this is a fairly douche-y post]
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