December in Library

- Insight -

I flipped the page and continued reading. The storyline was good and it wasn't too focused on the main character. As I finished the specifc page that had given me a clear view of how the characters and the settings looked like, I put a bookmark on it and my other free hand grabbed a pencil. Putting down the book I grabbed my exercise book and started to draw.

It was a habit of mine actually since I was eight. I would draw anything that comes to mind be it on the wall or the desk or anywhere. You name it and I'd probably already done that. I was at the library, at a more secluded area where they only served two tables. Even though it was a public library but it had become an unspoken rule that I owned this area. Most probably because I was a regular here since I always come on Fridays, Saturdays, Mondays and Tuesdays. At first, I didn't plan on coming at a specific time but after a while, I noticed the consistency and decided that I'd make this visit a schedule instead of a free time hobby.

So yeah, I didn't have my own drawing book because I wasn't that rich and being a stingy person I was, an exercise book wouldn't be that different actually. I knew that this hobby of mine wasn't going to benefit me in the near future so I didn't plan on investing this skill because I was studying for medical. I remembered my mother saying to me, 'I hope my son becomes a successful doctor!'

I shook the memory away.

Medical and arts were two opposite poles and they could never mix well.

Suddenly, I felt a vibration coming from my left pocket in my jeans. I grunted silently and picked up the phone to check the message. It was from my mother. A simple text that said 'what would you like for lunch?' and I sighed. I replied back by texting her 'anything is fine' and shoved the phone back into my jeans.

Then, I stopped. I stared at the unfinished drawing and I didn't know what took over me but I closed the exercise book and pushed it further away from me. It was a nuisance- to like something but I couldn't do anything about it. Arts couldn't help me from our family's financial status. It would help if I had grand skills like Leonardo Da Vinci, Vincent Van Gogh or Pablo Picasso but no. I knew my skills were probably the same like other people who liked drawing. It wasn't average but it lacked something and I didn't want to waste my time trying to perfect something I wouldn't use it in the future.

I grabbed the novel and went to the used book section and put it there before I went to the biology section to read whatever that was important for me to know about the world of medication.

Tomorrow would be Tuesday and the last paper for our examination.- Biology. Remembering that I couldn't waste my time moping around, I went to the counter and borrowed the book before going back home to study.