I was walking down Bruinwalk when I suddenly saw a sign. A sign that triggered a dream always concealed in the back of my mind.
I was in such a hurry that I was almost flying with my little two legs. I swear I could feel my body elevating; it could have probably just been my muscles hurting. Either way, I quickly stopped to pick up a paper from my school's newspaper (In which I also work at). There, I saw an abandoned magazine. My heart jumped in excitement when I saw the beautiful front cover that read, CEREMONY. I honestly could not believe my eyes! I was at a college campus and I find a wedding magazine?! Well it must be my lucky day.
Appalled by the pristine condition the magazine was in, I couldn't help but think that this was more than just coincidence. You see, I dream of becoming a photojournalist. I want to have the closest power to making people immortal: a photograph. Thus, when I saw this magazine I was thrilled to see that it was about a topic which I felt strongly about. Weddings. WEDDINGS! They melt my soul and make me want to live them over and over. The beautiful and pure binding of two people makes me tingle all over. Just imagine about everything they share (good and bad), and how many more thoughts they have about their future. Now, THAT is a beautiful thing. So beautiful I dream of doing it in future years; or months.
But, that is not why this small event in my life is so important to me. No. This magazine was waiting for me. A beautiful sign telling me that I should follow my passions; whether being wedding photography or just anything in general. This sign confirmed that I was in the right path, but that I had to keep on trying. It was an disclaimer to the doubts of my future dreams, an affirmation of my struggle, and a reassurance that I was going to succeed.
Holding tightly to my newly found treasure, I walked down the hill to another endeavor. But as I left, I knew that I was on the right path.
P.S. After seeing the magazine, I did pick up a paper. Just saying.
Appalled by the pristine condition the magazine was in, I couldn't help but think that this was more than just coincidence. You see, I dream of becoming a photojournalist. I want to have the closest power to making people immortal: a photograph. Thus, when I saw this magazine I was thrilled to see that it was about a topic which I felt strongly about. Weddings. WEDDINGS! They melt my soul and make me want to live them over and over. The beautiful and pure binding of two people makes me tingle all over. Just imagine about everything they share (good and bad), and how many more thoughts they have about their future. Now, THAT is a beautiful thing. So beautiful I dream of doing it in future years; or months.
But, that is not why this small event in my life is so important to me. No. This magazine was waiting for me. A beautiful sign telling me that I should follow my passions; whether being wedding photography or just anything in general. This sign confirmed that I was in the right path, but that I had to keep on trying. It was an disclaimer to the doubts of my future dreams, an affirmation of my struggle, and a reassurance that I was going to succeed.
Holding tightly to my newly found treasure, I walked down the hill to another endeavor. But as I left, I knew that I was on the right path.
P.S. After seeing the magazine, I did pick up a paper. Just saying.
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