A person with many hobbies

Many of us may still remember what we wanted to be when we grew up, looking at everything from the perspective of a world where everything seemed possible, often thinking of a distant future. 

I have always been a very curious person. Since I was little, I have been looking for something that would fuel my creativity or my interests, from doing origami, learning Mandarin or maybe taekwondo.

I even wanted to learn to dance, but it was very confusing. When I grew up I was interested in baking and, although I enjoyed it a lot, I didn’t feel the desire to do it forever.

Analog photography was very interesting to me and, for a moment, I thought I had found my source of interest. But, one day I found myself with no idea what to capture. Even the idea of learning a new language sounded amazing, but it turns out Korean was not very useful in my day-to-day life.

There was something that stayed with me all the time, writing. 

In the beginning, I mentioned how, as a child, I constantly thought about the distant future and the infinite things to which I could dedicate myself. But, when I reached my 20’s, I realized that it is not really like that. It is when I found myself with no more ideas of what to try to do. 

The constant sense of belonging has been something that I have learned a lot from, no matter the age. I have noticed the constant desire to find something that appeals to all of us or even to feel belonging to something, someone or somewhere. Writing has made me not only learn about life but about myself. 

Many times looking outside of ourselves, we want to find something that makes us interested or curious. That’s when I understood the difference between interest and curiosity. We are curious about what there is out there to do and know, but the real interest comes from the perseverance with which we develop a passion. 

For me, that was writing, whether it was about my day-to-day life, my relationships, my experiences, the past or the future, looking for what it was that I wanted to do or what I saw others doing. It was a constant observation to look for something that would make me maybe more interesting or more intelligent. Since I was a child, there was an emptiness to fill something that for a long time was inside myself. 

Time and life allow us to become a person with many hobbies, like me, whether for better or for worse. Not finding where we belong leads us to the search for the passion to do something and, maybe in some cases, live for it. Thus discovering that the most interesting thing of all is the journey we take to find that thing that truly moves us to keep searching.