Saturday, September 21, 2013

"If you love what you do..."

"If you love what you do, you'll never work a day in your life."

I believe the actual quote by Confucius goes as, "Find a job you love and you'll never work a day in your life" 
But I don't believe the 'finding' part. Because to me, that sounds more like a hobby. It changes, you get bored, you try this one day, and then that, you like it, then get fed up of it, and  give up!
Or maybe some people just don't know themselves, in those cases I bet it works, like when it comes to those languid people. They're always leaning, most things are an effort for them, their eyes are half closed, five words in a sentence is too long for them, they take deep breaths, nod and yawn. But these amazing fellow men and woman, when at last something comes their way(they usually don't go after much, its too much of an effort) then they wake up! Oh God! then how I love those guys! Success seems almost certain for them thereafter.
What are they made of??
Not like the rest of us. The majority that struggles on with work, the like of which I call 'bread'. Everyday you make it, its eaten and gone and tomorrow? You're back at square one and you have to make that bread all over again. Its the same with accounts/office workers and most definitely secretaries. Get me? You don't feel like you getting anywhere once you're used to that excessive boredom of numbers. Why, ten years down the line and what you've got?
Nothing! Maybe that one little word: Experience. 
Now take a fashion designer, or an artist in every sense of the word. You have a collection of art that one day you can look back on, feel and touch, feast your eyes and soul on your creation that may just one day become a classic piece of...well something. Like Charles James.
But oh Boy? Who am I kidding?
Well. let us all just carry on plodding along in this dry old fashion.
I look back on this post, and I don't even know myself what I am trying to get at.....anyway I'll post it....and good luck to me. I sure need it.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Not only about Google

I'm sure everybody out there today is either saying, 'Guess who's birthday is today?' or 'Today Google is 14 years old!' And the majority who hears this will answer, 'Only 14 years old?'

All right you kids of the world, who of you are older and cleverer than our young Master/Miss Google today??

Anyway, like I said this post is not all about the egoistic Know-it-All-Google, but the pressure of the 'Naming' ceremony of the poor children of the Internet and their likes.

Here you go, when the world was still peeping at their faces in their respective cradles.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Street Photography

''If you can smell the street by looking at the photo, it's a street photograph” -Bruce Gilden
Okay, I don't even know who 'Bruce Gilden' is,  I Just took his quote because it fits.
Anyway, I'm not going to delve into the whole study, ethics, and position of Street Phography, it only caught my attention because of the name of a Street Photragher's book.
And what made me(who is not that all interested in photos of any kind) take a closer look at this book, was the Book cover itself.
A child that you don't even know the expression of its face, because he has he's back to you, little bare shoulders poking out of his vest, venturing into a dark, forgotten, once glamorous (probably) mansion.
I didn't 'read' the ebook, I just scrolled through the pictures.
If there ever is pictures that; ''Every picture tells a story'' than its a Street Photographer's unposed for pictures.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

                 Moving on >>>>>
See the glow ahead, or is it the happiness so bright that's behind??

My sister brought this, 'moving on' to my attention with startling clarity,
but accepting that and believing in it are two totally different things.
 And for you to actually do it? That’s a brand new subject for you.

She said (repeating a conversation she had with a stubborn acquaintance), “first you go to primary school, and then to middle school, high school, university, get married…it’s all moving on ‘unconditionally’, and so….” It’s one of those sentences that don’t have an apt ending. It just says, with raised eyebrows, “Get a real life and stop hanging on to fantasy pasts or ideals”

But can one really break away from those clinging fantasies?  

Truly, truly?