The world is dim and dark, cradling and destroying the minds of the young and vulnerable. People begin to lack the drive they once had and their eyes open to the reality of life and its hidden cruelty. Suddenly, humanity becomes numb to life’s horrors, mechanically living through their enclosed eyesight. I look at the world and fear for the people that are entangled in its strings. There are children seeing violence, teenagers crying for help as no one listens, adults that pray for a light of inspiration. What I want to do to change this fate is to become an illustrator, but what that truly means to me is to inspire and alert others of the world and its presence. I want to give birth to inspiration, to tell stories and to invoke the passions of humanity. This is a job that helps me speak out with art and guide others who are waiting for that certain spark. But before I do that I have to know about the world, know about its pleasures and disasters. I have to continue art and know how to make my voice known. I have to meet these people who live in poverty, struggle with illness or are plagued with fear of the nature of the world whether it is the declining of nature by our own hand or war creeping it’s way to our shores. To be an illustrator to me is a step closer to alerting and guiding these troubled people.