The Rise of Something Good From The Ashes of Hatred

Four years go, I took up a professional UG course that I hated and dreaded the most. In advance, I knew how it was going to end for me but I still took it up because I was 99.9% forced into it by people who had good intentions and 0.1% because it was the most logical thing to do back then.

While I was attending these tiring and tormenting classes day in and day out, I desperately wanted to look out for anything alternative as a profession where my skillsets could scrape through and fit in and live without having to do anything remotely close to what I was stalling to pursue.

My desperation levels were so high that I tried out almost everything under the sky, I learned dancing, sketching, skating, painting and the fear of being a professional something made me learn the guitar from scratch from YouTube.

This is when I found one of my many true interests at present; Photography. The sheer desperation in me and hatred toward what I was hopelessly persuing engendered in me the courage and audacity to be a borderline mediocre photographer with a phone that back then I so proudly owned with not more than 8MP rear camera.

If a person can channel all the energy and vigor radiating from the hatred towards something, it gives rise to what truly makes one happy from the ashes of it. What rises from it may not be perfect and it definitely would be the least logical thing to do but that is when you know that, that is what you need to do.

The thumbnail picture of this blog is the result of what rose from those very ashes and I am aware that it is nowhere close to DSLR quality or does not even check most of the boxes of a good photograph but it definitely cannot be called bad and that my fellow readers is the power of what rises from the ashes of hatred.

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