I find doors of opportunity close and new ones open. Four years I go I walked through door of photography and immersed myself into the skill/art. I did it as much as I could, almost every weekend was spent going places, photographing things, learning to process photos and experimenting with the art.
After four years I find the door closing behind me and a new one opening. Though me in my stubbornness still wants to stay in the photography room. It has been a place to hang out four a big part of my life the last four years. Now having to leave I see that there is not much to learn from it and the new door leading to the room of creative writing has new things to learn and experience.
In fact I have been slowly going into the writing room but have been going back to the photography room too. I guess some of those closing doors can simply be opened and you will find yourself in a room with no life. Like visiting a house you lived in when you were a kid, its nice to visit but you can't live there.
After four years I find the door closing behind me and a new one opening. Though me in my stubbornness still wants to stay in the photography room. It has been a place to hang out four a big part of my life the last four years. Now having to leave I see that there is not much to learn from it and the new door leading to the room of creative writing has new things to learn and experience.
In fact I have been slowly going into the writing room but have been going back to the photography room too. I guess some of those closing doors can simply be opened and you will find yourself in a room with no life. Like visiting a house you lived in when you were a kid, its nice to visit but you can't live there.
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