The hands of the clock
I wish there was more time. More time to learn, more time to live. It seems we spend the majority of our lives at work and the rest of it with chores and other responsibilities. We get so little time to enjoy doing what we love. One must make a constant effort to set that time aside so that one may actually get to live and not just work.
I wish I could do what I love for a living. Unfortunately, though I’m learning photography, I have a long way to go before I’m good at it, much less be able to make a living off of it. To be truthful, I don’t know that I ever could. Regardless of what I learn, there is physical limitations for me. My hand tremors must certainly get in the way and while there is work arounds for it, it is nonetheless a difficulty I have to work around. It’s rather disappointing to say the least, as I would love to be behind the lens more often than not.
I would also love to write more, yet again my tremors get in the way. Tremors and time, that should have been the title to this entry. It seems both are things I struggle with daily. There just doesn’t seem to be enough time. I guess that’s always the case. Speaking of which, I must head in to work now. Let me help make someone else rich.