Just like him I know what I want. I want space and time to do the things I love to do. I see all these spoilt brats on social media complaining about everything saying how they're never happy regardless of how much money they have. I am filled with joy when I get 20 minutes to draw a pen sketch and I mange to write an article on this blog post. It's rushed but I used an abstract style to get the details in the image quickly.
If I was loaded because of the lottery or some idea I capitalised on, I would be able have a extra room in my home to keep a workshop and I could build test rigs. I was thinking about a hovercraft train, a train the floats on a pocket of fast moving air; the only contact it would have is the overhead power lines so they wouldn't need to replace worn out rails. I would build a model using 3d printers to see if it would work.
I could live in a world where small talk is dead, where people judge me all the time and where I have no respect and I wouldn't care because my joy comes from what I do. Thank God for simple joys of building things and enjoying it.
