I have always believed that there’s an artist in every one of us. At one point in your life, you may have felt the itch to draw, to write, to act, to dance, to sing. To simply create. To make something you can call your own.
When we were younger, we scratched this itch unreservedly, without any hesitation. We showed our “creation” to our parents or to any audience we can find. Even when we didn’t show our work to others, we created.
But now, we hesitate to scratch that itch. Something happened along the way. Maybe we found someone who was much better at what we wanted to do. Maybe someone or some event discouraged us into believing that we were not good enough. Maybe we felt stuck and assumed that we were already at a dead-end. Or maybe all of the above.
I stopped drawing when I was in high school because I saw someone who drew so much better than I did without copying from another art and taking less time. Since then, I stopped filling my notebooks with doodles and art. Since then, I was afraid to show my work.
It took me 13 years before I started drawing again. I have been drawing (albeit inconsistently) for the past year and I feel like I have ways to go before I even get back to the level where I was at when I was younger. But, I’m no longer afraid to show my work once again.
I can’t pinpoint what really changed. Maybe I became braver or more confident. Maybe I learned, no, relearned, to be true to myself and to pursue what I’m truly passionate about. Maybe I re-learned to create just because I want to. (Yes, even if my blog’s readership doesn’t grow, I will continue doing this simply because I want to.) Or maybe, again, all of the above.
“If you want to make a masterpiece, you have to be willing to create a little garbage along the way.”
Maybe I just learned to write, to draw, and to create without being afraid of failing anymore.
Hat tip: James Clear