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I look around around knowingly that the world is larger then my street. Is this a bad thing? I do not come from a wealthy family offering support while I go off on this project or that.
Obligations of job and family prevent me from the travel I yearn to do, the projects I would love to immerse myself into. But I am here. My world surrounds me everyday. My wife, my son, my job, my friends, my commute, my neighborhood, my streets. It is as big as I physically can see and larger than outstretched arms.
It is here that I find inspiration, sadness, frustration, happiness. My world is nowhere and everywhere. It is here.