Temptation

There is a small is empty shop, opposite the Cancer Research Shop in Falmouth. I take it is been put for sale.

I am tempted, to stuff University, to leave my course, to put all my saving into buying and doing up that shop, into an Art shop, for my and other artists art work. The bottom floor I've got an idea for.

That one whole wall I would leave for the public. That they can put tiny drawings that represent them, little comic strips that represent there lives so far, and what they want to do in the future. Then over the next year, slowly fill an entire wall, with millions of tiny drawings, from hundreds of people during those years that they  have been through my shop.

 I don't know, I would love my own art studio and shop. Just that alone would make me happy, and yet I know if I did that, I would regret it.

Life is always full of regrets.

Maybe when I feel like I have done enough to save the animals of this world, and their environment, I will come back to settle down, to get married have children, write a book and open up my own art studio and shop.

If I can manage all of this I know that I will die a happy woman, with no regrets.

That my aim in life, to live my life knowing I got out of it all that I could, and then die contented knowing that I did all that I wanted to do.