Sometimes I wonder what the hell am I doing here.
Sitting in front of monitor instead of sketching with my pencil and drawing pen.
Typing on my keyboard instead of painting with my Sakura watercolor brush.
While working, I’m imagining myself painting and dancing under the sun. I see my acrylic paint tubes and brushes. Oh, and books flying around my head. Books of fairy tails or cheesy romance, or maybe Japanese mangas.
Then I remember my family, and my mother’s smile.
I keep repeating myself, “This is worth it… this is worth it…”