There is a price we pay, working with chemicals, manual labor, and other weird stuff. When you pick your poison just remember there is a cost to pay. Sometimes the price is high and you find your mind in a constant state of chaos, "what to do, what does it all mean? bbllaahh life!" or it can be physical; our poor bodies hunched over teeny tiny keyboards and squinting at images under a dark cloth. I for one seem to be without feeling in my right hand... MY RIGHT HAND. After cutting 400 (FOUR HUNDRED) paper hearts, I have pinched a nerve and am in a sort of blissful state of ignorance. See how I'm still typing? Look how dedicated Charlie is. In any case, once again I will quote our favorite Photo-head, Rebecca. This is a lifestyle people. Please don't pinch your nerves, that is a sign of my stupidity more then anything (I mean c'mon paper hearts?!)
But in a silly way my heart belongs to the paper world, and perhaps I would even take a bullet/pinched nerve for it.
Love what you do, don't loose the dream, don't let being realistic take something from you.
All the best, from my fingers to yours,
xoxo,
Charlie
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