AAAAAGGGHHH THIS IS ALL I WROTE IN TEN MINUTES??? IT'S SO SHORT!
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But seriously. Please don't actually feel inclined to read this. It is pretty much not interesting at all. I'm just posting it as proof that I actually did the prompt.
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I used to think I could do anything, if I just tried hard enough. I was never really talented at anything, but I thought that I could force myself to become proficient.
When I was seven my mother took me to an art gallery. I was amazed, completely drawn in by the scenes, busts, and portraits surrounding me. When it was time to leave, my mother had to drag me away, and I had to fight back tears of disappointment. I wanted to stay there forever.
My fascination with art continued through to my middle school years, where art classes became electives rather than once-a-week happenings. To say I was thrilled would be an understatement. Because I had been so interested in art for so long, my parents bought me the slightly pricier materials for my projects. I cannot begin to describe the hours I spent in front of a canvas, manipulating the paint over the bumpy texture. Naturally, my first few paintings were nothing exceptional. In fact, they were downright terrible—even I could tell that. But I believed with time and effort, I could get better.
But I didn’t.
Once I finally gave up painting I decided I wanted to be a vet someday. I wasn’t good with animals, but I wouldn’t let that stop me! After the twenty-third time being scratched at the local animal shelter, it stopped me.
After that came my obsession to master math (admittedly, it was pretty stupid, as I could barely even pass the gradeschool levels). After that, I wanted to outperform everyone else at volleyball. Ended up that I’m not that athletic, either.
Once I had given up on sports forever, I decided to try my luck at flirting with boys. That resulted in Mark, Paul, Phillip, and Brandon. None of them lasted for longer than a month.
All this time I thought that I could replace talent with effort. I still believe that is possible. I now know that I don’t have the dedication required. I don’t have the patience, the stamina.
