Wow thank you so much! I actually don’t know where I started with my photography, it just came to a point where I would take photos (horribly lots of them) and days, months which eventually turned out to years passed and I finally questioned my shots. Why am I really here and why am I doing this? Trust me, the process is awfully long and you would one day question the purpose of what you’re doing and you’re somehow going to be clueless. Sometimes it would even come to a point where you’d feel like giving up because it seems as if you have no chance in trying to get your ideas to spread like the others. But hey, that tiring process? That’s the thing that’s gonna give your shots a story. And it’s never worth it to think of giving up, although it’s going to make you realize just how strong you are, don’t ever stick to downgrading yourself. Also, read a lot of books or posts on the net! Andddd please introduce yourself so we can have a lengthier talk! :D Thank you for opening this up, I hope you find your way through the vast world of photography. ♥
I don’t know if any of you have felt as if the thing you love doing most is slowly becoming the thing you hate. I would wake up everyday energized to do my work and ready to pressure myself on the things I know I could do. I walk on the halls of my school thinking I’m so strong I could take up anything people give me, I always believed that things were possible no matter what. This possibility though has slowly been slipping away but I will hold on for as long as I can. I know that struggles help people become stronger but what if before they get stronger, they fail to see their progress? Yes you wake up hyped about your ideas but what if the moment your ideas start to pour out of you, other people constantly tell you you’re useless, your ideas are based on lame shit, you’re unworthy of all the things you thought were worth touching other’s lives? I have been in the stage where I fail to see my progress and I don’t want to dive deeper to know whether there’s an exit door at the bottom of the ocean or not. But the more I fail to see where I’ve been and where I could be, the more people start telling me that there are answers down there and all I have to do is risk my life and my air to find out. And I’m lost and I’m so afraid and I don’t know what to do anymore.
Thank you so much for sticking with my randomness and my ventures into the kind of photography I’m still quite clueless about. I’d like to think that I’m somehow the Meg you knew three blogs back but also the one who has changed for the better. Thank you, thank you thank you!