On Confusion

Is it still worthy of being spoken and shared?

A lot of times I don’t write about things because I’m confused or I can’t put the thought into words. The world is too big. Since I’ve started taking my art more seriously, the world has expanded into what I could do. This also means that I could try these things and be really bad at them - I could not be respected by people I admire. I’m not not creative - creativity is important to me - creativity saved my life actually, but I also don’t aspire to be a professional artist? Or do I? I’m not a muggle or a witch, I’m somewhere in between with no community. I have a fear that I’m not creative enough. Maybe I have a similar feeling to queerness.