With Efforts Comes a Reward

My abilities with writing and drawing have always progressed through the years, but now it seems the progression is slower. Maybe that’s all because I was able to achieve levels of success faster than I had expected so it’s taking longer to gain another new skill or talent. This journey isn’t over, it never will be since there’s always more to do or learn. I have more awareness than I used to for sure, but there’s still that little bit of “what more is there”. I think that there’s always going to be something to learn and always something to be more aware about, it’s just a matter of if I can find that before I decide I don’t wanna do this anymore.

Would I say this has enriched my life? No, not necessarily, since to me the hobby that was once such a love that I would do every day has just become a once in awhile occurrence. Would I say this has improved my life? Yeah, in a way it has. Writing and drawing are now an outlet for feelings that I do just to speak the words I can’t physically say out loud.

Have I brought others with me on this journey? Definitely. I took as many people as possible on my journey because I wanted people to be able to see everything with me. I took friends and family, even some teachers and just people who weren’t really close with me. I always wanted to show everyone what I was doing and show everyone the process in which I was doing it. I would take pictures of drawings through the process of the simple sketch, then defined with black and then lastly, when it was colored, if it was going to be colored.

My journey was not made alone but at times with all the people with me, I still felt alone. I was the artist, and they were the followers, I just wanted to have another artist there with me. As I said though, everyone is an artist in some way or another, but I wanted someone else like me who had been practicing and making it more than just a simple thing to get a grade in a class.

Art class to me was mediocre. I didn’t like art class, because the thing was, I don’t like rules. To me art shouldn’t have a rule as to how I can do something or other. Writing I can understand with the rules because I know that without rules in writing, things just wouldn’t work or go together. The times when I have rules that dictate how I do what I love to do, it no longer becomes something that I like, but something I begin to loathe. Art class was not something I liked because I had to draw this one thing and I couldn’t choose to do something I wanted, and I had to do this that way and that this way. It was like being in Wonderland, where right is wrong and wrong is right.

English class with all the essays and prompts, I don’t like doing them, but I pull my strings and do things to be able to get my point across. I do what I do to make the essay represent myself. I play the boundaries and I dance that fine line of the edge to play with the words and twist them onto the page. I love to work with words and make them my puppets because as I write I have full control of it all. This journey has been a long one, but I also don’t regret all that happened. I loved learning more and more and I loved that I can take away more to do more with what I love.

This journey was just another door that opened to help me see myself, and I couldn’t be happier. My reward in the end was myself. I discovered a new side of myself and I never wanna let that go.

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Photo credit: thewritingreader via Foter.com / CC BY-ND