destine

I told my first college oil painting teacher Robert Kobashi before he retired that I would die an artist. How hard it is to die when you survive each day. Forgetting what it means to stop, a promise to keep. who knows what life may bring. These are the things everybody endures. I am growing up now, time is running out and decisions need to be made. I seen in his eyes that he was tired. Sometimes I feel tired. Even when I'm tired whatever excuse there is, there must be time to not believe in it.