2019 will end sooner than I thought. It's been hell of a year.
To end this year, I would like to myself a question.
What is my dream?
Do I want to be a professional photographer? Or do I want to be an artist?
Honestly, being an artist doesn't mean that I have to be a photographer. I can be anything. A poet, a musician, anything. Although I always work in this visual media for years, I can see that I'm starting to combine this medium with other things, like words or melodies. But can I truly become an artist of my own?
From 365+ days ago,
1. I finally finished my academic journey (even though I want to do more of it) and took my first step into the industry.
2. I started my photography career in Korea, as my part-time job.
3. I moved to Seoul and began a new chapter there.
4. I experienced working in a Korean photography studio, working with the natives (my boss, my seniors, the models, makeup artists, and also celebrities)
5. I experienced my first resign from a workplace.
6. For the first time, I know how it feels to be afraid of failing.
7. I know why being grateful is necessary in life.
8. I know how to live my life with my own money, from my own hands.
9. I know how hard it is to survive in another country other than your home, alone.
10. I started to make peace and cherish my "other me".
11. I finally see that real friends does exist.
12. I finally understand how disappointing it is to see nothing works like you've expected to be.
13. I finally understand what love is.
Even then, I still have no fucking idea what to do with my life.
13. I finally understand what love is.
Even then, I still have no fucking idea what to do with my life.
