I wondered what would be the worth of my words in the world
if i write them and then recite them are they worth being heard
just because i like them does that mean i should mic them
and see what might unfurl
i think of the significance of my opinions here
is it significant to be giving them does anybody care
just because i'm into this does that mean i should live like it
and really do i dare
art, art i want you
art you make it pretty hard not too
and my heart is trying hard here to follow you
but i can't always tell if i ought to
so i pondered the point of my art in this life
if i make it will someone take it and think it's genuine
will they be glad that i did 'cause they got something good out of it
will they leave me and be any more inspired
i question the outcome of the outpouring of myself
if i tell everyone my stories will this keep me healthy and well
will it give me purpose, to this world some sort of service
is it worth it, how can i tell
by Tanya Davis
I am a person of extremes. My interests and talents have always lain at the extreme ends of the spectrum : Art and Math.
My first love was Art. In my baby photos I have a crayon in my hand and I can be seen drawing with an intense look of concentration on my face. Being of an introvert by nature, Art gave me an outlet. As a baby, I would draw and draw and draw on the floor with a piece of chalk. Every night, my mother or grandmother would wipe the chalk marks away so that I would have a fresh canvas on the next morning.
And then I discovered Words. I took to reading like a duck to the water - and I would read everything and anything that I could get my hands on. By the time I started school I already knew all the letters. Had I forgotten my Art though? Nope. I had learnt a new Art - the Art of Reading - which naturally lead to the Art of Writing.
And then Numbers happened.
And I discovered a new love; Mathematics.
Then there was the fact that Lankan education system and society in general favours excellence in Math rather than Art.
So I forsook my scribbling - my fingers would no longer be wrapped around a paint brush - my skirts no longer stained with paint.
Instead, they served that majestic Queen of all sciences - Mathematics.
Yet, sometimes I still dreamed. Of colours and poems. Pieces of my hArt. A divided creature.
And then finally I found a way to be whole.
I found Programming. Or I should say, the Art of Programming. :)
I know some if not all readers would be confused - but in my point of view, programming - good programming - needs imagination as well as precision and logic. The best algorithms are beautiful in their simplicity and the best designs run smoothly just like a cunningly crafted story.
So I found my hArt :) Have you found yours?