Indulge a passion, get out more, stave off depression, scratch the creative itch, enjoy, meet people, occupy the mind, give meaning to life, quit forum addiction…
Any one would be worth the effort, who knows where a combination might lead.
Let me tell you where: depression, too many temporary people, false meaning to life; just as you mentioned, but backwards, if you see what I mean.
Passion is okay for kids; with old smokies it's a bit pointless. Just like sex on beta-blockers: best forgotten before it drives you suicidal or insane, or both. Hell, might as well take up photography instead!
But look, Montalbano
is scheduled to be back on the Beeb, so I can always indulge my little dreams of seaside Italy. Actually, I don't really have any such dreams, I've already got seaside and it doesn't come without its costs: I suspect that its benign influence is what killed off olde Rusty... but I still like the programme very much. It has charm. Also, his bird is something else!
Anyway, my white blind background is supposed to be available tomorrow, so I can at last boast a natural light, semi-open/covered studio. Or I will if it materialises. Perhaps models will still remain phantom, but I suppose I could always shoot a few dead flowers. Or half-dead musicians... That might be an idea for a self-portrait. Gotta buy a D800 to do myself justice! ;-)