I've been finding what I'm good at, or my interests for the past 3 years. Something I could do later in life, and 2 years ago I became really good at computers (2 years before I became a brony) after trying out so many things on the computer. My Dad thought it was an obsession or addiction as if it was a drug. Then he crushed it and crumpled it like paper he wouldn't give me a chance it was something I had a knack for I could do coding, do decent video editing and more, desktop or laptop I went exploring operating systems tried the windows 9x series beta versions of windows went to Linux for a while went back to windows and so on and became a much faster typer (I still make spelling errors, at least everyone does that) And today, I listened to one song that I haven't to in such a long time and it was something I had a love for. Art. Making and drawing art or painting I wasn't the best but I drew a lot. And guess which song awoken my old self from such a LONG slumber: (its the translated english version) At the same time it brings back memories to the early days of YouTube. Its me again, Picasso.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAoNTcuxJa8

Please take this blog post seriously, but enjoy the nostalgic song too. Dad, I hope you don't crush my dreams again. After that, it felt like nothing had meaning no love put into things anymore. And what was missing, was my love for art. Its me again, Picasso.