This is a simple sketch, which turned out to be on of my most meaningful sketches ever. This saying was a favourite saying of my best friend. One day at school, I was thinking about him and I started drawing it out for some reason. That day, I found out later he had died, losing his battle with cancer at the age of eighteen. If my memory serves correctly, he had died shortly after I started this sketch. I stopped all of a sudden, not finishing the piece. I was going to, until I found out he had died, then I never felt compelled to finish it.