The talent of giving up.
While I do have multiple abilities that can benefit from practice, life happens and I give up on them. Many people would do anything to have the same opportunities and leanings.
Mostly grief stands in my way.
I used to sing, stopped when my sister passed away.
I used to write exquisite classic arabic poetry that was published, stopped because a relationship crumbled.
I learnt gymnastics and playing the piano, stopped when my grandparents passed away.
I used to paint and sketch, stopped as the grief over Ibahnini took its course.
Whenever I try engaging that, all I feel is pain so I don't bother. Other givers know how to transform that pain to gifts, I move away and find something else in me to tie to life.
I do miss what I used to do and to be, sometimes.
Mostly grief stands in my way.
I used to sing, stopped when my sister passed away.
I used to write exquisite classic arabic poetry that was published, stopped because a relationship crumbled.
I learnt gymnastics and playing the piano, stopped when my grandparents passed away.
I used to paint and sketch, stopped as the grief over Ibahnini took its course.
Whenever I try engaging that, all I feel is pain so I don't bother. Other givers know how to transform that pain to gifts, I move away and find something else in me to tie to life.
I do miss what I used to do and to be, sometimes.
