A Thousand Words

When my friends started to get Instagram accounts a few years back, I was quite hesitant. In fact, it was the same time my friends convinced me to get a Twitter account, and now, 12.1K tweets later, I think it’s safe to say I became quite obsessed. Thus the reason for my hesitation to get an Instagram. Anyways, back in October I finally gave in.

I have always loved taking pictures. When I would go on vacation, or even just simple outings I would always be sure to bring a camera -I would always have a camera in hand, happily snapping away at everything I saw. But when I got an Instagram account I realized that if I were to get it, I would definitely not post every single picture I took. If I were to get an Instagram account, I wanted my pictures to be meaningful: they had to represent my life, and the beauty I see in this world -because I think we all know how easy it is to slip into a spiral of negativity, and cloud our thoughts and make decisions based on all the bad things we see. Or simply turn into mindless zombies when going from point A to point B.









After a few months of taking pictures and realizing that there’s more to Instagram then their classic filters and then discovering a process of editing my photos, I became obsessed. I became obsessed not in the same way as Twitter, but obsessed with taking the best picture and finding that perfect shot every single day. Instead of becoming obsessed with taking Instagram pictures solely for an Instagram shot, I became obsessed with going out every day to look for new sites in my mundane routine. I looked for the new in the old, and began to notice angles and views that I would normally skim by without taking a second glance. I slowly became better at taking pictures and editing them, and I began to have so much fun taking 30 minutes out of my routine to go on a small “adventure” and see something new.

Now that summer is here, I have barely been home. Although I’m on a student budget, everyday I try to go out and experience something new and see how I can improve my photography while at the same time add a little more creativity and flare into my life.

This might sound corny or cheesy, but Instagram is what forced me, in a way, to work on my photography. It was what initially drove me to do better and get better. Now, I don’t even have to stop and think to maybe look up because maybe there’s something to see up there. Taking photos of the mundane and turning it into something exciting and beautiful is just so damn awesome. Your life instantly becomes much brighter when you start going out into the world and trying new things, and pushing yourself to improve. Like the other day, I went zip lining and I usually can barely look over a railing 1 story above the ground floor. I’m even thinking of going skydiving for my birthday. This feeling of pushing yourself to do better and to discover who you are is completely different to what you feel in school. In school, you feel like you have to obtain good grades otherwise you’ll end up jobless and alone. The only drive you have is fear and the secret and most-likely one-sided competition you have with your friends or school-mates. But when I go outside, looking for those shots and those moments I would not otherwise experience in my daily life; you feel accomplished and satisfied because you did something for yourself. Something which gives you joy and happiness.

All I’m trying to say is, find what makes you happy and accomplished -whatever that maybe be. Once you find that, work on it, and continue to do it. Because really, we all deserve happiness.

See you at my next posting,



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Travel and Time

Lately, I’ve had this urge to travel. That’s not the weird part though, the weird part is that this urge is becoming stronger each day. 
When I’m not pre-occupied with a mountain of homework, it’s all I can think about. I’ve already traveled to quite a few places (which in perspective is nothing compared to the vast expanse of the world), but I want to see more. I want to explore every nook and cranny that the world has to offer me. And I think this feeling is the reason why so many explorers, well, explored. 
I always thought that I was the type to concentrate on my studies and that there will be time to travel afterwards. But now I’m not so sure. Life has been moving so quickly, quicker than I thought time could ever move. You see, it’s my last year of college, in a few months I’ll be looking at open houses for Universities and by February I will have to send in my applications. 
I can’t just stop everything and go travel, it’s not that simple. I can’t pick up my stuff and leave because I need some financial support to get me where ever the wind blows, so to speak. And I don’t know how I feel about taking a gap year either. I’m not even certain that what I want my future to look like is right for me…

But I do know this. Before I settle down for the job I think I would like, and definitely before I grow old, I want to see everything I can. I want to document it. I want to help others, and I want to make a difference- no matter how small the contribution. So I guess what I’m telling you is this, even though I can barely make up my own mind: if you can do something, do it. And if you can’t, then make it happen if that’s what you really want…