Every now and then, we reach a point in life when everything makes sense. This evening was one of those moments. I recalled my high school lit teacher telling me that I'd never amount to anything in life or make it as an artist and that I'd be lucky to live past eighteen. Granted, I was a bit of a handful as a student but that's not something I'd ever tell a child. Anyway, there I was, a decade later and doing the very thing everyone told me I'd never be able to successfully do; traveling and making pictures.
