If all insects on Earth disappeared, within 50 years all life on Earth would end.
If all human beings disappeared from the Earth, within 50 years all forms of life would flourish.
There’s no sugary cliche, most folk don’t even know who are, what we do, or how we do it, let alone want to pay us for it. I never want to take this for granted, so I try and make motivations simple, real and positive. If I only scrape a living, at least it’s a living worth scraping. If there is no future in it, at least it’s a present worth remembering. For fires of happiness, and waves of gratitude, for everything that brought us on Earth at that moment in time to do something worth remembering with a photograph or a scar. I feel genuinely lucky to hand on heart say I love doing what I do.
Your work is to discover your work and then with all your heart to give yourself to it.
This circus show is bloody awful. I’m more of a piano concerto man myself — I could be there right now; drinking myself into oblivion in candlelight instead of here witnessing this tripe… But then again, where there is life, there is hope.
A soulmate is someone who makes life come to life.