Sometimes, I wish my fingers were doing something else…

All I do everyday for a living is sit and type something mundane, boring and utterly craft less. I wish I was giving my fingers something else to do.
Probably hold a brush and use it to give fine strokes, delicate lines, confident sketches, and create a lovely painting…
Maybe hold a chisel and tap with a hammer, sometimes hard, sometimes soft and at times almost a feather touch, and create a magnificent sculpture…
Or hold a bow and strum the strings, with long pure notes, short crisp strokes an amalgamation of harmonies, and create a soothing melody…
Perhaps hold a pen and carve on paper, emotional poems, meaningful stories or blissful soul rendering songs, and create a masterpiece of literature…
If nothing else, hold the flowers born of this Earth which, I dug deep to reach her womb, planted seeds of her own creation, and nursed them to bloom…
I wish my fingers were doing anything else but typing on this keyboard!!!