Why I Draw - Short Story

Many years ago when I was a kid I had a great fascination with the sea. As I grew up it didn't leave me, the sea seemed to be the fun place it had always been. But one day I went to the beach and found it all very dull. The sea seemed mysterious and menacing rather than the magical place where all my dreams were formed. As I was returning home by train after the disappointing trip, I was shocked to find out that I had lost the thrill of travelling by train. One by one as the years went by I found that I had lost interest in most things. It was then that I discovered art. Though my drawings and paintings were not very good it gave me a great thrill to draw something new every day. Later on I got interested in writing short stories, few people comment on what I write and those that do so out of sympathy, but still I enjoy writing. I think having an idea either in art, music, carpentry or any other thing and then implementing it is one of the greatest thrills life has to give. So one day I decided to revisit the sea. It was one of the best things I had ever done. It seemed through art I had found an old friend again.