i just been past hour browsing a bunch of successful artistic photographers. part of me envy their experience and part of me dig deeper into my chosen path. sometimes i am torn with using photography for creative expression and using it as a means to an end. i know they can exist in the same space but i trick myself to believing if i don’t touch the creative impulse that it will stay pure. i think to myself that a ‘true’ artist simply expresses his/herself without any need to be validated by money or fame. in some way, i think if i had some sort of following for my blog or instrgram account that i would be influence by the weight of on lookers. thinking about what they would think about this or that or that you’re expect to produce something on a regular basis or lest you will be forgotten. at times, i find it really really hard to sustain what i am doing because there isn’t a thousand likes that make it obvious you’re doing the right thing. you keep have to deep inside yourself and keep asking, even though i feel like i am doing the right thing, no one is saying right on. there are no cheerleaders for the meek. we go on quietly, toiling away, going to our grave only with the slightest notion of unshakable confident.