Among all the other stuff on my blog's dashboard, that line was what really stood out to me. And I realize that I have. Put a deadline to my dreams, I mean.
It was really only for pictorial purposes that I brought out my sketchpad and my watercolor set a few days ago. I haven't painted in years; in fact, I think it's been almost half a decade since I last created something with a paintbrush.
And it was while mixing blues and violets that nostalgia set in. The memories, the what-ifs of the "expired" dreams. Yes, I have to admit, I sometimes wonder where I would be right now had I followed what my heart's dream was at that time. I wonder if I would have gotten better at painting, or would have been slapped across the face instead by the fact that mediocre, "not bad but not good enough" artworks were all I could really create. What would have been in store for me had I taken that path. And I guess I'll always wonder. I guess that will always remain a mystery. It's an alternative plot, per se--a plot that the author chose to forego. And it's okay. I really don't mind a few mysteries, a few unanswerable questions in my life.
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