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There is a great deal of dissatisfaction to being a dilettante, a dabbler. The things that I do, that I approach seriously, are manifold (art, writing, research, fitness, the list goes on) and it is rare to find overlap between them. The completion of work in one is entirely divorced from progress in the others, and time spent is time lost, depending on one's perspective. And I hate this.

Take the first item in the parenthesis above, art, since given the venue of this posting it's what anyone reading this will recognize as a pursuit of mine. To anyone who recognizes me first as an artist, I appear as someone who uploads something intermittently with no discernible regularity, because, well, that's what I do. Those who see me as a writer no doubt see me as a guy that takes a month between chapter updates. These are different faces for different places that each seem a bit spotty when viewed alone.

In society and in communities, it seems that specialization is prized and output even more so. I can only speak from my own personal observations, but it seems that people love someone that produces a lot. This can prove true even in the cases where the quality of the work suffers for the speed by which it is produced.

I can't pin down what prompted this journal, other than a sentiment which has been growing for quite some time now. I don't think the world is interested in someone that can't decide on what they want to do.