Sometimes I really wish I could write music. Or poetry, either one. Not that I haven't tried before, I have, but though I wouldn't classify the attempts as complete failures, they certainly didn't produce any works of genius. Some days, like today when it's so bright and sunny out or on days when it's delightfully gloomy (and some days when I'm just feeling creative), I get the sudden urge to write a song. Now, I can write prose with the best of them (or at least the fair-to-middling of them) and I can compose music in my head fairly easily, but as soon as I sit down to express my thoughts in lyrical form, my writing talent takes a sudden turn for the worse, producing little better than the musical equivalent of "see Spot run." And so, after I have produced one or two lines that would be generously described as mediocre, I usually give up, frustrated that my creative outlet has run dry, and sad to see that my afternoon is gone.
Anyone who knows me very well will know that I love to draw. Drawing is usually my creative expression of choice, but a picture (arguably) cannot always express thoughts and feelings with the precision of the English language - a language at which I am, apparently, only intermittently adept.
But, I must remind myself as I once again take up my drawing paper and pop on my iTunes playlists, just as the Bible says 'of the writing of many books there is no end,' the writing of many songs seems to be endless. Of the thousands already written, I'm sure to find one that matches my mood (at least one), and I will be left with the time to pursue the talents God chose to give me, rather than mourning the ones I seem to lack.
Speaking of which, let's talk about the time I wanted to be a singer...
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