Being Who I Am
What is it that brings me joy?
It's rather quite simple,
It's just being who I am.
I am a dancer,
A writer,
An artist,
A cyclist and a linguist.
My passion is in living
My life is my canvas
Each new day is an opportunity
To grow,
To explore,
To dream, create,
And become.
My art is my sanctuary
It's my place,
My place in the world where I am no one
But me.
Myself.
It's a place to thwart confusion
Depression,
And grief.
Art is the pure essence of my soul.
It is me, through and through.
Living creatively
Is liberating.
Liberating from the constraints of society.
It's like an oxygen mask
To the stifling standards of perfection.
Art is a deviation of those expectations
A gateway to perspective,
And opportunity.
And the joy I find in learning
Is to be compared
Compared to that of winning first place
At any championship.
It's exhilarating
It fills your being with success
And it's addicting.
For me,
To Learn languages
Is this way,
Addicting. Exhilarating.
It's an explosion of wonder
Learning three,
Four,
And sometimes five
Languages at a time.
Unable to just choose one.
In a way,
I have to date all of them,
Before I can settle down.
Some may say I'm indecisive.
"Just choose one!"
Honestly I cannot.
Language is my runner's high
Once I hit that point
I cannot slow down.
I feel I can achieve anything.
So I try.
I learn,
And I learn
And oh!
The success I taste is brilliant!
Being me.
Being who I am
And not conforming for anyone
Is what brings me joy.
I am a student at life.
Always learning,
Always growing, and improving.
And I am completely smitten with that fact
I have the greatest delight in simply living.