I've never once been totally obsessed with something. A man of many hats. A jack of all trades but master of none. Fickle. I flicker my interests, moving from one project to the next with relative ease. My topics of conversation are fluid, running through the minutes like a(more) creek. I'm willing to take the path of least resistance and bide my time when it comes to eroding away hard topics.
I know people who want to talk about one thing and only one thing. And when the topic changes away from that thing they find a way of bringing it back.
I know people who spend days perfecting one project. They work tirelessly and repetitively until they are the expert.
I'm not interested in being the expert. I want to feel from the depths of my soul, and feelings are fleeting. Feelings must be chased after with the soft determination of playing tag with butterflies. If you focus on one butterfly, you miss the others. If you put too much force behind the action, you crush the dusted wings of the feeling under your heavy hand. At that point, you've caught it forever but it will never be alive or as beautiful as when it was playful and free. (less)