The insatiable me.

Imagine that you are working in a candy factory
and you are told to produce a specific type of candy
ONE specific type of candy.
Yeah, it's your specialty.
The kids can't get enough of it
the adults can't get enough of it
even your boss can't get enough of it
so you have to keep making it
and making it
and making more of it.
It just goes on and on
seemingly with no end.

Maybe you're not like me
you're happy to live on a stable income
even if it means
you do practically the same thing everyday.
Each new day simply means
more candies to be made
more candy-fans to please
more dollars to earn.
You're happy because
you're so skilled at making that candy
that you can just let your hands do the magic
while your brain can rest in peace.
It gives you comfort
knowing that you've done this a million times before
and people trust you
knowing that you've done this a million times before
with satisfying results.

But if you're like me
you'd be constantly wondering
how much are you missing out on life
by making candies everyday.
After all, it's not like the world revolves around candies.
Won't there be one day
when you feel as though
you've had enough of making candies
and you feel like making chocolates instead?
They're not completely different
yet your expertise lies not in chocolates
but in candies.
What's wrong, though
with wanting to branch out to other things?
Maybe you can scrap candies completely
and start making noodles!

But will you be as good a noodle-maker
as you are a candy-maker?
Will you be earning less
because customers are too scared to try your noodles?
...isn't there only one way to find out?

At least if you can make candies and noodles
whenever you get bored with candies,
you can make noodles
and vice versa.
If you can have multiple careers,
why not, really?

If I can
I'd love to sing
I'd love to dance
I'd love to choreograph
I'd love to paint
I'd love to design
I'd love to write
I'd love to make music
I'd love to learn as many ways as I can
to express myself
because I know myself enough to know that
singing my whole life won't make me happy
dancing my whole life won't make me happy
painting my whole life won't make me happy
designing my whole life won't make me happy.
Sometimes I'll be inspired to sing
other times I'll be inspired to dance
other times I'll be inspired to draw.
Why limit yourself to one thing, really?

But is versatility for everyone?
Maybe I'm just this way
because of my personality.
Maybe some people are happy
to just paint their whole lives
because they are passionately and deeply in love with painting
and they can commit themselves
to a monogamous marriage
to the art of painting.
Maybe I'm too greedy
thus unable to be monogamous forever
because I'm afraid that I'm losing out on life.
Or maybe I'm still finding myself
and a true love
that can make my heart stop flapping its restless wings.

Honestly,
I don't know whether I want those wings to stop flying.
I really don't.