what a life.

I se myself graduating with my cap and gown.

What a day that will be, when I can say I have learned so much about the subject I hope to make my career.

I expect the struggle of finding a job.

What a competitive world we live in. 

Then I imagine myself trapped in an 8-5.

What a drag to have to commute for a job that you stay in to be able to pay the rent that's due next month. 

I have to tell my self work hard.

What a waste to be stuck in a place you dislike. 

I imagine myself being able to draw for a living. 

What a privilege it would be to live off of what you love. 

I imagine myself proud because I made it. 

What a feeling that must be...