Friday, 15 February 2013

Inspiration


The scary moment holding of your iPhone above a rowdy crowd. (Via Instagram)


Standing in a packed  crowd at Sheffield’s o2 academy, helplessly trying to find a peep-hole between the two six foot boys stood in front, you cant help to feel small (literally). Hundreds have people have flocked in there masses to stand in a crowded space and watch someone the same age as you. 

Recently, I went to see Jake Bugg, a boy that only last year, whilst I was finishing college and making the big university decision, was touring with Noel Gallagher. That being a massive achievement in its self for a boy from a Nottingham council estate, now he’s heading his own UK tour.

It left me leaving the arena after being wow’d, thinking about what I'm doing with my life. Having no specific career ambitions (as of yet), the thought of dropping everything, picking up a guitar and microphone and becoming the next Laura Marling did cross my mind. 

Although after a few moments I remembered I cant sing, nor can I play a guitar, so that one can stay in the back of head with the idea that I could also be Jessica Ennis (that idea also vanished long ago when I realised I am the least sporty person you will ever meet, ever.)

So now, here I am at 18 years of age wishing I had a really good talent myself. Being the lazy person I am, I never did much when I was younger, sports is not a strong point of mine, I gave up dance and gymnastics at a very young age  and never learnt to play an instrument, apart from that quick stint at the recorder everyone goes through in primary school.

So why don't I pick up some form of talent now? That is a very good question. Everyone can do it, what I've realised is my lack of talent lies directly with my lack of motivation. Something which I am still yet to find. I am the type of person who finds it physically impossible to do something I don't want to do.

So I guess until the day I find my secret calling, I can sit in my university room listening to Jake Bugg and being jealous of everyone else's, which weirdly doesn't bother me that much. 



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