The nature of the photographic process is about failure…most everything I do doesn’t quite make it. The failures can be intelligent and sometimes stupid…nothing ventured nothing gained. Hopefully you’re risking failing every time you make a frame.
Risk means ‘shit happens’ or ‘good luck
For I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.
Do what you love. Know your own bone; gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still.
There’s nothing that cleanses your soul like getting the hell kicked out of you.