August greeted me with a big disappointment about something I had been praying for almost two months. I felt really down and demotivated to the point of questioning myself, “what’s the point of doing this?” “Am I really good enough to be something I wish to be?” “Am I actually good at what I am fascinated and passionate about?” “Or is it just my own illusion that following it will lead me to some fulfilled dream?” But then at the end of the day, I realized that, whatever happened didn’t matter. It didn’t change the way I feel about my favorite activity. I’m still excited every time I see colors, people, scenes, lights, or random things that I just have to capture. As long as the excitement and fascination of doing it still stay with me, I’m good, life’s good, and everything else will be good too. The worst feeling is not about failure, but about losing that inspiration to keep on doing what I love to do. Coz if that happens, I will be completely lost.
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"If you’re not the one then why does my heart feel glad today…"