10 years and some since I first posted this image. It's unbelievable how fast time passes by.
I remember being in art school at that time, I just got my first laptop and was shooting and editing all my images as JPGs, cuz I couldn't afford extra storage space (don't do that!! 🤣).
I remember trying to find wifi spots at school to check on dA, to make sure I submitted on a regular schedule (yes, even back then!) I met so many people and learned so much.
I don't think I ever imagined at that point that I would become a photographer. I was good at air rifle and I believe wholeheartedly that was what I was born to do. I felt that if I quit, I would be squandering my talents, years of hard work, and letting down all the people who invested time and energy in teaching me.
I had no reason to pursue anything else. I hadn't quite given up on my Olympic dream yet.
Well, turns out that quitting rifle was a good thing. Though painful, without it I wouldn't have come this way.
Sometimes I took other long detours on this journey too—like having a StarCraft 2 team, teaching; people in fashion didn't approve of at all. 😂
They turned out to be precious experiences beyond imagination. I met so many amazing people who taught me so much; so many who became good friends.
So what am I really saying?
Don't worry about your equipment, don't worry if you don't know what you want to do, don't worry if things don't seem like they'll ever get better, don't worry if there's pushback.
Forget toxic people. Become the best version of yourself.
Believe in what you love in your heart of hearts. Believe that you will become stronger. Believe that one day the harshest things will feel less harsh. Believe in yourself and never give up. Never give up. ✨
Well, I guess that would've been my encouragement letter to my teenage self, you do you. 😂