It’s not easy to take a good picture.
A picture speaks louder than it seems—
it whispers your mood, your rhythm,
the things that echo inside you in that exact moment.
Taking a picture is creating.
And creation comes with responsibility.
What’s your message?
What light do you choose?
And how naked are you willing to be?
Not everybody is ready for that.
We forget the weight of it.
These days, everyone has a camera—
fingers firing the shutter without a thought.
It’s a good thing too,
because every click is a chance
to catch your soul in time.
When I return to old photos,
I remember who I was.
It feels like a conversation with myself,
like finding my inner child again,
embracing him,
and walking another step along my own path.
Sometimes I get lost
trying to find the “best” angle.
But then I realize—
the picture isn’t about the angle.
It’s about the moment.
That one shape of time,
unique, fragile, unrepeatable—
waiting for my camera to hold it.
And when it does,
it’s not just a picture anymore.
It’s proof that I was here,
that I felt,
that I dared to leave a trace of my soul
in the light.
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