Life gets hard. It kicks you in the guts a few time. And a few times more. You get stuck in that state of not knowing who you are and what you like and what you do and what’s the point anyway.

Eventually you wake up one day and you make a move. Not really sure why now or why that way. But you go. You become resilient. Head down. One foot in front of the other. Again. And again. And again. You sacrifice. You push. No sleep, no fun, no friends. You almost give up but you don’t. No holidays, no day off, no romance.

And every single day of all work and no play, you can feel that before being just lost, there was you. And it’s calling.

When I made it out of limbo, I listened to her and I took pictures again.