Seven thousand miles and two months ago, I left behind a very treasured time in my life. It was my birth as a photographer. This passion makes my heart rate increase. It’s a passion that brings me thrill and excitement, joy and pain. A passion to create and capture.
But today… Today, I struggled with myself. I struggled with this passion. I paused and asked if what I was doing was right for me.
Where am I going? What am I even trying to do here? Is it worth the effort? There just isn’t enough time…
And then, I reached out to my friends. Dina, Yani, you two mean the world to me. You help me refocus my attention on ME, time and time again. Without your support, I would not be creating what I create today.
We need support from family and friends.
Husband, you not only give me the means to create works of art, you also give me the time and space to do so. You never question why I need more time for my art. You even learn about photography to help understand my needs and struggles.
When I passed through the Iwakuni terminal doors to cross the flight line, I also left behind one of the most pivotal relationships in my pursuit of photography. Caitlyn, without your influence and your talent, my art would have always fallen short. So many tears, always laughter.
And with the pursuit of a passion, one needs advice and counseling from those who help them realize what’s important in their life.
What do you want your life to look like? Why are you waiting for tomorrow? Trust yourself.
Kaori, this is where you breathed life into me and my efforts to be who I want to be in life. Your eyes always showed me faith and trust that the path I follow will always be the right one for me.
I may have left behind a beautiful time in life, but today, after a moment of weakness and a reviving conversation with friends, I begin a new one.