I question what percentage of the human race get paid to do a job they really love. That's a nice way of saying, I wonder if I'm inevitably doomed to never work professionally at a career directing films. That's a sobering thought. Won't my life be largely wasted if it's spent contributing in ways the world doesn't really need?
That sounds dumb, coming from a guy crusading to make escapist motion pictures.
I wrote a short this week, being shot by Matt and I tomorrow. It's very simplistic and nothing special, but it's an opportunity to make something, work on execution, and generally play with a bit of creativity. I'm hoping to keep this a regular practice, because as frenzied as I often am about securing work and a paycheck, I've done very little since moving here to progress and evolve my career ambitions. As a matter of fact, I've mainly sat on my talents and squandered them (with the single exception of a couple cute animations).
If I want to be directing films sooner than 20 years from now, I should already be getting started. Shoot! Write! Animate! Edit! Faster!
It's a tough balancing act, to fret over making rent and fret over not making movies. Somewhere in that space, people tell me I need to work on not fretting so much. Huyeah. That's not gonna happen.
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