Life’s like that. You see your friends all happy with their graduation day, excited and exuberant that finally they are adults; potential money earners.
Their first day of work is of great momentous. The smell of the office room is pleasing, the people are pleasant; happiness is simply perfunctory.
Then hours turn to days turn to years. Lost is that first day love. The freshness of it all, taken and replaced by routine; passion poisoned.
I don’t want that, to let work be the blatant proof of theological dichotomy in a negative way.
I want to love my work. I love grace’s reply to my question the other day…
Me: so would you choose something lucrative or your passion
Grace: I’d turn my passion into something lucrative
P/S: I’m looking for models to practice shooting. Boy, girl, half boy half girl also can one.
I already found a nude model for a shot I’m thinking of, but that’s another story. ^^
Their first day of work is of great momentous. The smell of the office room is pleasing, the people are pleasant; happiness is simply perfunctory.
Then hours turn to days turn to years. Lost is that first day love. The freshness of it all, taken and replaced by routine; passion poisoned.
I don’t want that, to let work be the blatant proof of theological dichotomy in a negative way.
I want to love my work. I love grace’s reply to my question the other day…
Me: so would you choose something lucrative or your passion
Grace: I’d turn my passion into something lucrative
P/S: I’m looking for models to practice shooting. Boy, girl, half boy half girl also can one.
I already found a nude model for a shot I’m thinking of, but that’s another story. ^^
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