It’s time for me to start again. I can’t be held back. I just have to go and go and go . I’ve got to get my art out there and write again. Photograph again. Pour myself into it. I keep wanting to be successful at this, but I nearly stop completely when my initial momentum fades. Really, I often stop before it has even faded. I don’t understand why. It doesn’t make any sense really.
Look, If I want to go to Italy, if I want to photograph, if I want to pursue the life I really want I’ve just got to go for it. I have to pursue that which fears me. I must push ahead no matter what. It’s worth it. I’m never going to get the encouragement I need from those who are trapped in lives they don’t want. Unless it’s that negative encouragement.
I’ve got to go for it. Fear is the motivation I need. If it scares me enough then I can actually consider pushing forward. Then I know I’m on the right track.
Showing others cool places, yes.
These are all fantastic things. My interest in these topics make me who I am and I’m never going to be completely satisfied if I compromise myself. No wonder I can’t imagine taking a normal job.