The past couple of weeks for me have been quite complex. I’ve reached some sort of fork in the road, and knowing how incredibly indecisive I can be, I’ve decided to trap myself. I gazed ahead, sipped my warm mug of instant coffee and sighed, “Would giving up this early be easily forgiven?”I felt my life had played out like an Emily Dickinson poem, ‘I died for beauty – but was scarce’. In my case, ‘I died for work – but was scarce’.
When you want something so bad yet see people cruise through to it without a single bruise, it makes you wonder about how hard do you really need to work. Does hard work pay off at all? Or does knowing the right people count? Reality is, people will always get what they don’t deserve. I’m trapped at the fork still trying to look for the easy way out.
Although I don’t want to put a concept behind this illustration – it is the epitome of my life. Open for interpretation.
The Sketchbook Journey 
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