It pains me greatly that my time is spent with so many other things that need to be done.

So much so that I’m usually a wreck by the end of the day with little energy to form coherent thoughts about the things I’ve seen and would otherwise see fit to share.

It’s so much easier for me to just capture the moment as it happens. Note, I said it was easier. It’s rarely easy and often difficult.But my days are often quietly cool and I do like to share.

My pictures are enjoyed and that makes me happy.

Weeks ago, I covered the annual protest of the Armenian Genocide.

It was a long day for me. Lots of sadness and lots of anger.The sadness and anger I experience (even when it’s not directed at me) chips away at me.

There are always lighter moments during the day. Seeing the many luxury cars that were a part of the protest left me feeling a bit conflicted.

It all just added to my feeling of regret.

I’m reminded that even though this act of genocide happened long before I was born, the potential for just as bad or worse still exists.

This is the world we live in.

There might be a simple answer, but I’m sure smarter people than me have given it more thought than I have time to devote to the problem.

I’ve moved on to many MANY other stories since the day of the Armenian protests.Not because I’m callous or jaded. It’s because I work in news and that’s part of the nature of my job. Sometimes it’s difficult, but don’t worry.

Even on a difficult day, I’m living an incredible life where I get to see for myself a part of the world.

No matter how tired I am at the end of the day, that makes it worthwhile.