While I look at my efforts and complain, I misunderstood one thing. The reason my heart moves when I read manga or other books is simple. My eyes see a great many things, my heart feels even more. Every drop of rain in a storm waters my mind. The wind that blusters and blows at my walls uplifts my body. I take flight and travel far away with the stories of a martial arts disciple. He is a boy, like me, overcoming his obstacles.
“When something is incorrect, I want to say it’s wrong. But even if I say it, nothing changes. That’s why in order for me to do what I believe is right, I need strength!”
If I could still my beating heart and dry the welling team in my eyes, I might live like anyone else. I could be happier, smarter, wealthier- I may have much more if I did not feel this way. But I can’t! And I am proud of it! I cannot grow quickly or as smoothly as everyone else! I face difficulty, but I chose my path! Even if I fall, I regret nothing! Let this pen etch into this paper the conviction! The otherworldly cry against the disparity between life and death! With these eyes, I see glory within me. Let me redouble my efforts to build stamina and heighten my sense! I might photograph 5 or 1500 people- it’s all the same! I find my way one step at a time. I walk in faith in my acts, and deafen myself to the misgivings of heathens, disbelievers beguiled by self-doubt.
I want to write my story, through my photos and how people what they don’t see.
