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?