I've never been sure if I envied ponies for their cutie marks.
On one hand, it's awesome to have your main passion as a permanent magical tattoo, but it has got to be slightly frustrating to know that the meaning of your whole life can be represented by some dumb apples, a silver spoon or even a big ugly snail.
I appreciate not having the meaning of my life plastered all over my butt, anyway. I'm like a blank flank, whose special talent could be just about anything: playing piano, writing books, announcing, or even solving disappearance cases!
Really, I think what I like the most about cutie mark is how great of an excuse it is for peeping at some flank.
This amazing story is not a dissertation about playing music, writing or announcing.