MIRAGE

An Open Letter From A Part Time Artist

To,
The reader and The spectator,

You've praised my creativity, you've questioned my sticking to the 9 to 5 job. Don't let the talent go waste, you say... All I  reply with is a smile and you go on pitying me for not being courageous enough.
Truth be told, not everyone dreams to be a full time artist. Yes, art is my love but then so are the codes and the cubicles. Yes, art is my escape but the files are the roads I wish to travel.
Do you know why you find my articles so relatable? Because that's where I lay down my emotions, all bare, raw and untamed. The emotions that just flow along my teary eyes and broken smile. I don't know if I'd still write the same with a focusing gaze, wearing the spectacle, with a contented smile on my face. You see, it's my distress that leads to a plethora of words dancing on the paper, fighting with every white character for it's existence.
The world of art attracts me at the times of despair, of hollowness. If I tell you, I will not be able to write a word when I'm over this heart break, will you believe me? If I tell you that, the moment I overcome this pain, I'll again find love in my mundane office routine, will you still like reading my writeups?
How do I tell you the fact that sadness is my muse when the bigger fact is, I can't keep this sadness within me for long?
So dear reader and spectator, when you question my choice of ignoring my passion for art and  letting it be a hobby, I wish to tell you that I have more than one passion, that I'm unable to entertain my muse for long, the color palate begins to bore me after some time and at those time, I find the sound of the keyboard more relaxing. But, I'm unable to find a way to tell you all this. I fear your rejection, your judgements and most importantly, I fear that I might disclose my route to solace. So I prefer to just smile at your questions and look ahead.

Yours,
The unsure and the part time artist.