Well, it is simply not my nature to write seriously, but this thread by those who encompass light, resonates deeply. I left a highly paid career as a sales manager. Looking back now, had I not done so, living in an environment that did not value creativity would have broken my spirit.
So at 30 I started learning classical guitar in the clear understanding that I would probably not make enough to retire, but if I was doing what I loved, would that matter? So now at 55 (I think), I am teaching music privately 40-odd weeks of the year and to my surprise being in demand enough to live modestly well. The other 12 weeks? Playing at weddings and with my Spanish dance group, riding old bicycles and attending Victorian balls.
I have discovered photography again (having had a darkroom and shooting b&w in my teens), but oh the expense! and oh the learning curves! But the desire for expression cannot be stifled and certainly nothing else in this world gets me up before dawn. So who can say where it will lead? I hope in a few years it will start to pay for itself.
My point is that soon I will be dead. Fifty minutes or fifty years, my life will seem like a puff of smoke. And then when I am talking with the Giver of Life about the things of the heart, it won't be the things I have tried and not succeeded at (I am quite ok about these), it will be the gifts He has given me that were unused, and and the things that I didn't try to do, that I will be asking forgiveness for.
So now with the camera, as I did with the guitar, I will do it and do it and do it, and not compare myself with anyone else, but be happy with who I am now and where I am now.
David