A drawing:
A quote:
"I hate seeing mailmen in this cold weather. Yeesh. I'd just hate to have to be stuck with a job like that."
"When I was younger, I wanted to be a mailman."
"... A mailman?"
"..."
"..."
"Well before that, the plan was grave digging. I consider the postal service to be a very respectable business."
A thought:
Sometimes I work really hard writing and drafting and creating something really cool, and it impresses a lot of people and gets me a lot of publicity. And love. 87% daily hug increase. But then there's that place I go to that everyone goes to where we don't have to try because it doesn't have to be cool. That's why sketchbooks are the coolest part of a finished canvas, because they're so full of crap everybody thinks nobody cares about when the crap is all that matters.
And if more people shared more of that crap - well, I think there'd be a lot more artists.
And a lot more mailmen.
An explanation:
Not quite sure where the grave-digging confession fit in there. I guess every time I try and fail, I think back to my goals at six years old and remember what high hopes I had for myself. Then, I start over.
Just a piece of the day.
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