The best pictures are always the ones that never really existed, on (to use the word loosely) my too-frequently misloaded rolls of film.
Sometimes I'm very afraid I'm destined to never have a career in the sense of being interested in/devoted to the thing I'm getting paid for, or in the sense of feeling accomplished at anything in particular. When does being well-rounded (good) become lacking commitment (bad)? Does it? I have multiply-selective tunnel-vision that makes each of the many things that interest me seem all-important, which turns up guilt at not devoting my whole self to each of them individually. I have a suspicion that this concern is not specific to me and is true of basically all self-critically idealistic