Hobbies

     Apologies if I don't make much grammatical sense. I have a concussion and am struggling to write coherently.

     All I ever want in life is to be a Renaissance man. A jack of all trades. To be able to do anything and everything in a skilled manner. 

     I can draw, I write, I'm a poet, I crochet, I clean bones, but it's not enough. It's never enough. I'm in a constant pursuit of knowledge that leaves me aching and seldom satisfied.

     On my deathbed, I'll think to myself, "I wish I learned wood carving." ...And thinking about it now, I should pick that up. 

     No hobby is ever my hobby, it's just a hobby that I know. 

     I can never connect with people in an artistic sense. My entire life is a competition. If you can crochet better than me, I'll probably never speak to you. Or at least, I'll silently seethe over it.

     My blogs are normally longer than this, but I can't seem to think of a closer.