[Generated by Ai]
Some days I feel like I’m just winging it through this photography journey. Like a bird with no nest, no flock, no sky that truly welcomes it.
They told me passion was enough. That if I loved it hard enough, if I chased the light and framed the moments, people would come. They’d see the magic, and they’d stay.
But I’ve posted, shared, edited, rebranded, repeated. I’ve let my art leaked like a venomous snake into empty space, and the empty space leaked nothing back.
Community? I don’t have, My comment sections echo more than they respond. My inbox is a museum of sent proposals and ghosted dreams. I look at others building empires out of pixels and poses, while I’m still trying to find a tribe that sees what I see.
Maybe I wasn’t supposed to plan so hard. Maybe I was meant to wing it, to fall forward into something real. Maybe communities aren’t always found—they’re built. One person at a time. One shoot at a time. One post where someone finally says, “Wow, I see you.”
I’m tired. But I’m still holding the camera. Still winging it, hoping one day, flight will turn into something that feels like home.
Very unique and creative story in this world we live in real ones are not respected but when you make it they will act like you are an idol to them. Keep the words spending my brother 🚀 ❤️