Whenever I pass by a pair of baby shoes at the store I wonder what my life will be like ten years from now. Funny that it sounds bizarre to love something that doesn't exist yet I am enamored with my future children.
I like to think that maybe love is there, just in the unborn.
Loving someone is never a waste, and the thought of loving him for the rest of my life definitely gives me the drive to work hard; if it means that my back will ache as I hunch over my desk to illustrate or animate I will bear through it with a smile. I really want to pursue art, it makes me happy and I have so many ideas.
Maybe one day I'll meet with my highschool best friend, and we will sit and chat for hours at a café. She will tell me the trajectory of her life while I show her my current work in progress and explain that love did prevail. I'll tell her about my engineer who works hard, and the two little darlings, all of which occupy my heart.
There's an idea that you shouldn't expect things to happen because life is a roller-coaster, yet I know I can accomplish my dreams with time. You shouldn't be afraid of dying, you should be afraid of not living. Why live in fear when you only live once?
