Regrets: Drawing of Myself

Staring at my own reflection, I've come to realize that I am now an adult. Sad how I can't see any traces of the kid inside me. Deep within those gaze I made at myself, I ended up getting my art materials and just followed the beat of my cardiac muscles.

I started making an outline, not having any idea what to draw. But I don't know why I keep on looking back at the mirror, leaving sketches of outlines of myself. Little did I know I became fascinated of what I have become, generating the question "Do I Really Know Myself?".

Upon continuation of my sketch, I tried to do my best to memorize my face, so I stared at myself a little longer.

Now it came as a challenge. Without glancing at the mirror, I continued the sketch, emotions became deep, but I know my drawing is going to be bland and empty.

I tried to input emotions into it, but even I don't know the true state of my emotion. That means, I don't know myself.

Did I make the right decision of choosing my career? is this what myself want? I'm confused, because as I stare more into my creation, the deeper i get into it, I found a thin lingering scent of emotion, and sad to say it's depressing.