I suck at painting, but I love art.

I write because I suck at painting, but I love art.

If I stepped in front of a white canvas and gave it a quick stroke from a paint brush, I'd end up leaving a small streak of some neutral shade of brown across that white canvas. And my attempt at painting the soil in a garden with a shade of taupe from my palette would quickly be mistaken for me using the canvas as toilet paper. To avoid any further self-deprecation, I won't even begin to describe my drawing ability.

I write because I genuinely believe in the beauty and power of perspective and I'm a true believer of the quote "there is always another way". For a singer that lacks a soothing voice, you can always write songs, for a teacher that struggles with public speaking, you can always write textbooks and for an artist that can't paint, you can always write out the pictures through words.

There's no limit to the descriptive power of our languages and the emotions you can evoke from a well order sentence or a perfectly placed punctuation. Words can be just as captivating as pictures and allow you to hold the viewers hand as you walk them down an empty park trail on a summer afternoon while the cool summer breeze hits their skin and you both take in the view of the lake in the distant.

Authors have very often taken me with them on their journeys and never once I have, I stopped to wonder "Why didn't they just paint this?"