I don’t belong here. I don’t. In this world where everything is black and white, I drift aimlessly along the thin line of gray in between these two colours.
Everyone is born with a soul that first yearns for sports or the arts, then the other. People are naturally good at what they are born with and can also learn how to be good at the second. And usually, people pursue the first yearning and keep the second one as a side. Because of that, they rarely experience moments of gloom, moments when they question whether they made the right decision or not.
I didn’t do that. My first yearning lied in the arts. It lied with the drama and the music of the theater. I wasn’t an athlete — I was a dreamer, and that marked me as the odd ball out.
Instead of choosing the language of the arts, I chose to be an athlete instead. But that disrupted the balance, and now, I am unable to do either. I don’t excell in either sports or music. I do both well. And because I chose to pursue the second interest, I made myself a hybrid who longs for both music and athletics.
But this is a world where we have to choose whether we’ll be an athlete or a musician. This has become a world of black and white, and it will not let me stay in the gray.