Graduation day, a day he had been looking forward during all his degree. It meant the end of a continued effort pursuing higher education. At least, that was what it meant to his classmates. To him it was the end of his torture. He had only started his university degree because his parents convinced him to. When it had been time to decide what did he wanted to do with his life, he was a mess, he didn't even know what he would do the following day. So he decided to follow his family's advice and pursue a Law degree.
Soon enough, he saw university wasn't for him. He hated the lessons, and he hated studying. Yet, he couldn't get his parents to see it wasn't the best for him, as they would tell him that he would always have a place in his father's Law Firm. He persisted, but only because they wouldn't listen. He passed year after year miserably, and even contemplated suicide. That wasn't what he wanted to do, but what was it then?
After he graduated, his father gave him a job in his firm. He would spend the days unproductively, doing only what he was asked to, and using all the draft sheets to sketch the craziest drawings. He spent half a year like that, losing time at his father's office. He would draw things and throw them away, it was only a hobby, he didn't feel the need to keep them, or to show them to anyone.
In fact, no one knew he could draw. Until one day, when his father's secretary saw him drawing and asked about it. She told him, he had talent, that he should consider pursuing an artistic career, however he was not convinced, pen and paper were boring, and he liked challenges. However, the spark had already set a fire, and he could not stop thinking about it. Finally, he decided to show some of his sketches to a friend of his who was a tattoo artist.
-Wow, those are really good.- she admitted.- Have you never considered to become a tattooist?
Then it clicked. Of course, that was it, he would become a tattoo artist. That was what he had been trying to find all his life.
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