life one forgets

Sometimes our life is meant to be.

I struggled a lot to be in front of the line in my life. 

I was good enough to eadeavor in anything, but never the best. 

Baseball went easy to give up. 

I was fourteen and everyone knew when to quit, if you were exposed to major league camps. 

Architecture was easy to give up. 

I never liked being an architect, and as a specialist, I became a very successful designer. 

Photography was not easy at all. 

Mentored by masters, of course I couldn't give up. At all. But I had to. So I did. 

At the age of 33 I started Art. 

I used to never take it as a serious profession, as I prided myself in earning coins through honest and humble work.  Art has no function, but is valued as most important in civilization. Only a true master should produce masterpieces and I never thought I was good enough. 

I wanted to build stuff, or design things, and carry pieces of equipments that made me look impressive. I wanted all the toys boys would need and that meant power, money and sex. I was like every demons and lost souls on this planet, just like you. 

I prided for my honest and humble work, as if it meant anything in front of desires. 

Sometimes our life is meant to be.