When I look back at where I was 10 years ago, I realize just how much I changed. With no prospects whatsoever or any clue of what I was doing. I managed to make it this far. I want to put things in perspective. I now live. I read. I draw. I write. I create.
Once again, as it happened many times before, I find myself on the verge. Looking out with my hand towering over my forehead, eyes squinting, into the horizon. I wait.