Photography probably saved my life. It gave me purpose. When I was younger, I had no clue what I wanted to do as an adult. Should I become a doctor? An engineer? Should I open my own business? Years went by and nothing changed. I had no clue if even any of those career paths, while respectable, were something that I wanted to dedicate my life to. My plan was to complete university, get a degree, and use that degree to get a placeholder job for a few years. By the time I've built up a decent nest egg for me to fall back on, I would have found something that I wanted to do. But then what if I never find what I was looking for? What if that placeholder job becomes my entire career?
I then realized I've always liked taking photographs. When I was 10 years old I'd spend hours with my parents' old point and shoot camera taking pictures of flowers. Eventually, I decided to sign up for my school's yearbook program as a photographer, and from then on my life changed. The road wasn't easy. I still remember some of the stinging remarks made by my professors and the people around me. But I kept pushing, knowing that I had finally found something that I could enjoy no matter what people said about my work, or no matter what situation I found myself in. From the humble beginning in my backyard, to New York, Abu Dhabi, Japan, and beyond, photography will forever be my savior, and it's a voyage that I will continue to explore until the day I die.