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i find myself between a rock and a hard place.

the rock is my art. my foundation. my creative force. my drive in life.

the hard place is my job, which is sucking up every moment of free time i have, leaving me wanting and longing for all those times i used to rock.

sometimes we have to do what we have to do, but what is it worth? is it valuble to forsake those things you stirive for just to make the almighty dollar?

therefor lies my conundrum.