I found a passion
I really don't want to wake up and face the world.
Stuck in the same cycle of reality.
Everyone deals with it, but why is it so hard for me?
I used to ask myself this every single day of my life.
At 19, I was in jail, taking things out on those closest me to, drinking myself into a hospital bed. The list can go on if need be.
My mother passed at 19.
Does that give me an excuse to do anything with the bullshit above? NO.
I hurt so many people around me and lost so much trust.
But I tell you.
I found a passion.
A strong passion.
A passion for photography and visual arts as a whole.
Through this, I've met and connected with people who have not judged me for my past or even my future.
They see a guy smiling, living carefree with an ambition to make the most of what an opportunity presents itself.
I have learned to take what I've been through and teach.
I WANT to wake up and FACE reality.
I WANT to wake up and challenge it.
I have support in my corner and grew to be a contributing man to society.
"Sometimes you have to lose yourself to find yourself".
This is what my mother said almost a week before she passed.
I live now knowing what she meant.
This will always be my passion,
To shoot pictures of everyday people doing everyday things.
They may not be here tomorrow.
If I can pass anything through my pictures without being cliche,
We all need it.