Things Can Change

Here's something I recently came across that I had written about a month before I started doing photography. It reads:

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It's funny how at certain times, life seems to make so much sense, and at other times, I could be so completely far away from undersanding it at all. It definatly makes sense when I'm involved in making some kind of music, or when I'm driving with a solid destination in mind. But that is probably because those are the times when I'm not thinking about it. Those are my escapes. The only time life makes sense is when I'm not confronting it.

My bigest fear in life is that I won't do it, break through. I know I can. I'm wating for myself. Waiting for myself to be ready. I don't know what's taking me so long. Could be fear, that's usually what it is.

I think I have a different point of view. I can't express it personally, need to do it through the music. I hate that I can't express it personally. Nobody has even the slightest idea of what I have. They see me as straight line. Nothing there, no fire. They don't really know the definition of fire. To them, fire is external, that's the only way they can see it or comprehend it. If you don't get burned, it must not be very hot. If it's internal, and covered up, they refuse to believe it even exists.

I think I have talent in the following areas:
Music, writing, art.
I'm not a scientist. I love science, but I'm not a scientist. I look to science to find art.

Well geez, I've been silent for way to long...

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Yes, things can change.