I just want to be great at something.
And for people to notice.
But I don’t want to chase it.
I don’t want to play the game.
I don’t want to shout over the noise just to be seen.
I want to take images that feel like me—soft, quiet, a little heavy.
And I want to let them be what they are
without begging for attention or approval.
But I don’t know how to do that.
Not really.
Somewhere along the way, it got tangled.
The love for the craft with the craving to be seen.
The art with the algorithm.
The peace of creating with the pressure of performing.
I miss when it felt like enough to just make something.
When the process itself meant something.
When I didn’t look at numbers to decide if an image mattered.
I’m trying to get back to that.
Even if it means walking slower.
Even if no one claps.
Because deep down, I don’t want to be loud.
I want to be real.
And I want the work to speak in a voice that sounds like mine.
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