A man spends his life dreaming of being an artist.

He’s not that bad, really… People often appreciate his work.

But everything he creates is either small or incomplete… Little portraits, simple still-lifes, rough sketches… He can never finish a full-sized, intricate artwork.

He dreams of having his art hanging in the Smithsonian or the Louvre, yet he never completes a painting.

Years and years pass, always the same pattern. He’s getting better, no doubt… His pieces are more skilled, more powerful… But still he has never finished a piece of work worthy of a gallery.

He grows older. Life begins to encroach on his dreams. And he comes to face a difficult decision.

Does he continue pushing for glory as a painter, knowing his skills are improving but his track record is a disappointment? Or does he admit defeat, focusing on finding a good job and an average life?

Should he gamble, or should he play it safe?

Difficult as it was, though, he’s already made his choice.