The future has always felt heavy to me, especially as the years go by. I often felt left behind, like I was growing too slowly in my career or struggling to figure out who I wanted to be. Now, almost 24, I’ve finally accepted that what I really want is to bring back that kid who loved to draw without worrying about all the “adult” stuff. Being an adult is tough; it feels like we can’t just choose a job based on what we love. We also have to worry about reality, bills or whether our job might be easily replaced by technology. I've felt like it’s too late for me to turn art into a career. I’d tell myself that I couldn’t build a community in such an oversaturated influencer world, or that I didn’t have the talent like other artists, and of course, no skills to compete with AI that keeps advancing every day. Should I really choose art? It’s a tough question. But lately, I’ve come to realize that life is short, and it would be even sadder not to follow my heart. Regret, to me, feels more frustrating than failure. I don’t know what the future holds, or if there will be a place for me. But I do know that, no matter what, I’ll carry that inner child who simply loves to draw. I don’t want to lose her again. As time goes by, my dreams may blossom or fade, but I believe that art reflects the circle of life—capturing moments and finding inspiration in them. My drawing may not be perfect, but it’s the imperfections that shape who we are. I’m excited to see who I will become.