Monologue: Rambling about Hobbies and Adventures
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I like quiet solitude. The nights I'm alone, locked in my room, reading or solving puzzles. I have more hobbies than reasonable to have and a ferocious appetite to find more games or interesting skills to learn. It is an innate sense of mine to be Jack of all lanterns but master of none.
I desire to be a polymath, everything intrigues me, but I'm perfectly aware that I do not have the patience nor the talent to be highly skilled or excel in anything which distinguishes myself from the mundane. I imagine myself a butterfly, fluttering around every vibrant flowers, yet never stay too long or too short on any. I understand that despite the sky being the limit to available options, I am bound by my own wings and mortality. There is no use being unrealistic but revert to stoic acceptance that I can salvage what I can, and ignore what I can't.
Having spent ample amount of time on self-reflection, I have come to the realisation that I'm like a Hobbit. Contented creatures living underground, being hopelessly in love with the peace and quiet, doing nothing but everything at the same time. Strangers would assume we would scowl upon sheer disarrays and hide away from anything unfamiliar, and admittedly they are usually correct.
But yet, when adventure knocks softly at the door, inviting us to the unknown, despite reason and fear tugging us to stay, excitement bubbles and we are already tumbling out the door, running towards our possible demise while cursing softly under our breaths about how scary it is. The heart beats in a rampage, personal drums commencing our quests. And if you look closely enough, you would notice the barely restrained smile behind every complaint.
One will realise, we have been ready for an adventure for a long long time. An adventurer afterall.
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