Your life consists of working hard hours, for not enough pay, hard days
Good, great people
But nothingness consoles you at the end of the day
Nothing to live for and nothing to fight for
You have become a waste of space
You don't contribute
You second guess
You
All the time fighting the same battles
Your heart, your tongue, and your liver, your mind set and your waist line
You are so far removed what you wanted ten years ago
Fell into a pattern of pay cheque to pay cheque
Living through decisions and then later, they're regrets
You need a huge change. It is scary, but dockside was the best decision you have ever made
Step outside, from your shredded sheltered comfort zone, and branch out a little more
Do what you always knew you were born to do!
Go take photographs, that mean something
Make your life important again
Not another bottle and not another regret
Do what you want to do!
Go to war, take pictures
Make your life mean something