Don't you just hate it whenever you find a new hobby or skill to master, and it becomes your greatest passion, only for that passion to burn out after, like, 3 weeks? During which you spent more time imagining the destination than going through the journey of doing the actual mastering? And you think all this time that you finally found it: your true purpose, your "thing", your "quirk" that sets you apart from everyone else--yes, I'm keeping the My Hero Academia reference here.
This new thing could practically be anything, from learning a new language (French), or a new way of creating art (animation), or a sport (badminton), etc., etc., etc., etc. These serendipitous opportunities come straight out of nowhere, and you grab on tight for the ride, until the ride no longer becomes interesting, and your grip and motivation towards this new skill weakens. When that happens, the mind becomes restless again, searching for new things to try. Leaving whatever projects you were making behind.
When would this end?
Anyway, it's not ideal, but it's real for many people, including myself. So, I've created a poem based on this phenomenon of endless experimentation, and the process of trying to find yourself within the hobbies and the novice-level skills that we accumulate over time. To me, it takes the form of an endless wanderer, who finds it impossible to settle in one place, when a better someplace is always in sight.
The poem is called "Places and Places". I hope you like it.
I seem to go
Places to places
Never settling down
Never settling down
My mind is flying
To the deserts beyond
Under the jeweled skies
The jeweled skies
I don't have a destination
I just go where my feet wants
And thus I wander
And thus I wander
Endlessly
As everyone else around me
Builds a nest of their own
And still I wander
And still I wander
It's only natural for me
To see the brighter grass
So I pack up my things
My forgotten things
I get excited
Too ready to leave
It is somewhere new
Where I could start anew
"This is my life!"
I say out loud
I finally found my calling
I finally found my calling
It's this, this thing!
I swear I'll never part from it
I'll never stop
I'll never stop
When I go down in history
When people speak my name
This thing will blow their minds
Will blow all their minds
Is this what I was looking for?
Can I please settle down?
Oh, can't you imagine?
Can you imagine?
Then, just like chewing gum
The flavor gets stale
The flower dies too soon
Oh, it died too soon
I created nothing good
Just a string of bad attempts
Made though, with love
Made with love
I thought I found myself
My reason, for being alive
Now I have to wander, again
I have to wander, again
But I'll come back one day
I can't say when
Maybe then I'll finish
Maybe then I'll finish
My mind is always flying
Never settling down
Places and places
Places and places
Places and places
Places and places
