Work Text:
I used to
You know… whenever someone asks:
What are your hobbies?
The only answer that comes to my mind is…
“I used to”
I used to paint
I used to play the piano
The guitar… even though sometimes i still look at it
Wanting to play again
I used to dance, now…
Dancing is more of an insecurity
I used to draw, even if it wasn’t perfect,
Good… even
Once, I even used to do archery
But as time went by,
What about now?
Is it really possible to lose myself like this?
Is it really possible to give up,
Only because I was weak enough to reach for perfection?
Knowing, I was never going to find such perfection?
Maybe in another life…
I might be an explorer of different kinds of knowledge
In another life
I might never be a prisoner to perfection
But who knows? We shall see
Maybe one day, I’ll transform the “I used to”
In an “I do”... until then
I must keep on trying.