Children are pushed toward hobby classes when they’re younger. As they grow old, those hobbies are snatched away from them. So much for exposure to the new.
My brother randomly blurted these lines out as we sipped coffee. The casual sense in which he pointed one of the most ironic instances in our society is the beauty of it. Hobby classes are double-edged swords.
I remember that as children my cousins attended hobby classes every summer. A cousin would start skating one summer, shooting in the next and swimming in the one that followed. The trend continued. It was the same with my friends.
My case was slightly different. Introverted as I was, I always created things to do for myself by myself so I never needed classes to pursue a hobby. In fact, isn’t it ironic to have a class for something you ideally do as an activity done for leisure?
I’d create comics. I’d paint. I’d read and write. I even had a brief stint at poetry. I pursued countless other fruitless pursuits but I quit them when I wanted to not when the season changed or when someone thought I should.
For example, countless children go to painting classes every season. Common sense has me believing that at least some percentage of them discover they are inclined toward painting. Yet, by the time they reach a point where they can use their latent potential toward an activity of their choice, their brushes are snatched. Enter (unnecessary) practicality.
No, this isn’t an argument toward streams, career options, and other clichéd wars. This is just me trying to point a beautiful observation out as best I can.
There is no point to hobby classes and if there is, then let’s be open enough to let people play a bit. The negative attitude toward anything but the technical side of things as we grow up is disheartening.
About Side-Hustles and Side-Projects
Most people I know have a side-hustle these days. If it’s not a side-hustle, it’s a project. If they’re not as serious about it, it’s just a hobby. Point being, most people have something they do on the side and have fun with but are sceptical about making it their main activity. I’m the same so I understand why that happens.
I was pursuing an Android Nanodegree last winter and no one asked me why which is one of the most stupid questions in existence anyway. Yet, when I told people I completed a course on Modern Art last week, most people started nitpicking.
Why would you study Modern art? But like… what did you study in it? Why did you pay for it? It’s art, you don’t study it. Why do you, of all people, need to study painting and sculptures? But aren’t you pursuing computers?
It was beautifully annoying. Beautiful because all I did was look at them silently. I’ve worked on my patience lately. I realised that the answer was simple. Android was a skill. Android meant potential money. Android meant normal. Modern art didn’t. At least, not for everyone.
Apparently, your side-hustle, your self-improvement, your hobby somehow has to make sense with the general idea of how to best use your time to maximize your earning potential. Trying to fit it in that definition defeats the idea of it though. That is where the idea of hobbies commits seppuku.
One Last Thing
You need hobbies as a human being. Your hobbies should make sense by your career, your field of employment or logic. More often than not, these two statements are mutually exclusive. Those two are seldom the same things. Ignore the second one. Focus on the first.
Don’t read to impress, read to learn instead. Don’t record to go viral, record to express. Be in love with the process that vibes with you and play, by all means, play with your hobby. Be less serious about it until the seriousness comes to you instead. Maybe then you can convert it into work.
There is zero logic, for example, in pursuing filmmaking unless you love cameras, images, films and honest expression. If you just want it for the monetization on Youtube, welcome to your pocket change of dollars a day. That is if you get lucky.
There’s too much negativity in the world already, let’s not push it into things that give us pleasure.