Inspiration

I took up my pen and brush yesterday.
I sketched and painted.
It felts so good to pick up the brush again.

I have forgotten how much I love art.

I always wanted to paint but never had the inspiration.

I was watching Heroes and seeing Isaac Mendez painting the future.
Strangely that inspired me to pick up my brush again.

So I did and it sure felt good.

My dad was a very talented artist. He wanted to be one but he ended up being a teacher. He said it was the stability of being a government servant that made him gave up his dream. I always felt it was a waste. He was brilliant. I grew up loving to sketch and draw all the time. Everyone said I inherited his talents but the truth is I am never anywhere close to having his talent. When I was little I sometimes secretly dream of being a designer. But like my dad I gave up that dream and here I am a boring office worker.

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I really pursued my dream. I gave up on the dream because I felt I was never going to be good enough in art. I was just average. I am not even as good as my dad. Plus doing an art course is very expensive. My parents would never be able to afford it. And getting a scholarship is out of the question because I was just average.

I admire who pursue their dreams and make them come true.

If only I had the courage to do something extraordinary and not just be that average person.