I'm 'round the corner from anything that's real I'm across the road from hope I'm under a bridge in a rip tide That's taken everything I call my own
I'm on an island at a busy intersection I can't go forward, I can't turn back Can't see the future It's getting away from me I just watch the tail lights glowing
Film Production is like a mirror that shows who endures under stress, who falls by the wayside, it separates the hanger-ons from the doers, it tests your mental resilience and physical fortitude and most importantly of all, it tells you who to have when the going gets tough. So when you look through the viewfinder next time, keep a lookout for more than just what's happening in front of the lens, for sometimes there are interesting details beyond the frame.
Now that the world has spun long enough for this blog's ignominy, I shall attempt to start up the old stager again, though under much less positive circumstances it seems.
A rubberband is what I have become nowadays and stretched is what I feel in accompaniment. I am pulled in many directions and weighed down by expectations. I run within fences, am fed a diet of supposed free rein but ultimately ground to dust when the time comes for the cows to go home. Sometimes I wonder at all the negativity which seems to pervade the environment I'm in. Is it a wonder when people seem ever so willing to part with barbs but yet are so reserved with encouragement? And even when they do, it feels like applying a band-aid over a broken bone.
Maybe I'm not only stretched, I'm close to burning out. Pain is temporary, Glory is forever. So is hell and the highway that leads to it.
