What If Our Hobbies Were Human?
Hey Folks! I was wondering lately that what if poems, art, photography, and all those quiet, loud, messy, beautiful hobbies were humans? I can imagine they wouldn't sit still in one place. They would rather wander into your life unannounced, knock on your heart at odd hours, and stay longer than you planned. They wouldn't ask for permission. They would just show up when the world feels a little too much. Poetry would be the soft-spoken friend who listens more than they talk. They would sit beside you on the floor at 2 a.m., handing you words when your emotions refuse to cooperate. They would never rush you. They would believe that pauses are meaningful as sentences. Poetry would understand your silences better than your explanations. Art would be the expressive soul with pain on its fingers and chaos in its bag. It would encourage you to make a mess, to feel first and fix later. Art wouldn't care if you stayed inside the lines. In fact, it would gently push you outside th...