Friday, January 17, 2014

Weighs ... my dilemma for some time, like this one:


Weighs ... my dilemma for some time, like this one: "I know what I want from life, but what life wants from me?" Or why it will not let Pushtina was? I believe (or I want to believe) that I formed, and then choose your profession, around early puberty. Since then my first clearly defined: "I want ...", "I'll ..." unrelated typical children, "astronaut, policeman, fireman," "I want cotton candy", "I want a kids disco "... Okay, here's the first big step behind my back, but fuck, why straddled the second is so slow? Even too, as I begin to feel a strange sense of infidelity to my professional passion. I want to become more serious, but hey it for so long stone, yet you do not want to work there boss or 2000 steam from the first month. But even a ratty internship glasslock position does not fall. Crisis you wrong time you bad luck .... I do not know, but I will. Because I'm sick of my current irregular and symbolic financial revenues. From the oppressive sense of stagnation, therefore retardation, therefore hopelessness. A bit like Zeno's paradox, the more you walk, the more you sit in the same place. Like fish in an aquarium. Drop transparent walls in which you're told to live. You surpass glasslock them ... no air. Bass, it is clear that I can line up alongside edinaysetoklasnitsite McDonald smack balls, but 25 I start yet to be ajar in my craft? Then you heptene glasslock no one waiting for me. Dilemma or a shitty job or stalled ... ... Sweet, bitter, what?
:) You alone gives the answer - it is very nice that Zeno's paradox. If I can add something to it, it will be that the most important journey of life are those who are inside you - in your head and heart. Just not miscarry who had said. And from my personal experience ... you know what he wants from you, life is not always associated with the profession. Even very rarely associated with it. And you do not have to work what they entail - on the contrary, but until you get to it, there's nothing else I pay attention. Reply Delete
Saty's, life is neopitomimo animal glasslock humor. A few hours after my post ... I got a call to work. "We stopped you, come Tuesday, 9:15 in the office." Obviously you should You make it more chestichko challenges that you go. :) He's got to dance ... the word is time. But I think for an artist, was even in the most dummy category ... greatest torment is not embody the thoughts, feelings, impressions in the works. Talk about what creativity without posture, carelessly, mannerism ... what if you do not realize they flattened. And I love to write ... Reply Delete glasslock
Oh, well, let's glasslock success! Yes, life is a funny thing with a strange sense of his pupils ... and you very well have said that there is art, where if you do not express it, "they flattened" :). Success! And I apologize for the delay, but now I'm almost without a computer with him and catch up when I can. Reply Delete
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