Once a very elderly woman came to the children's art school, she was already under 80 years old. Her children and grandchildren grew up long ago and lived their own lives.

She really wanted to study painting.
She was taken to the evening department, where adults study.

She was diligent and was getting good at it. At home, in the room where she lived, all the walls were hung with her paintings.
And soon she died.

Her dream of learning how to draw came true, but did she become happier from it? Maybe she died with the knowledge that all her life she was not doing what she really came into this world for?
Now no one will know.

Only it seems to me that if we met, somewhere in other worlds, this woman would say to me: "Do not miss your chance, do not waste your life."