*Disclaimer – the photograph is original taken by me and the text in the photograph is original. I am not releasing all the photographs from this series on this blog yet because I don’t know if I can but here’s one of them!*
During the past year I have been surrounded by people, work colleagues and friends from different countries and they would tell me their stories. Often they’re stuck in-between feeling homesick but also loving their new environment (London). I’ve met some really interesting people because of this, just listening to all their anecdotes makes me want to travel right then and there and it creates a bittersweet feeling. These stories have helped me in ways I never thought could do and has touched my heart in a way which is indescribable.
“Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien,
There’s one person (whom I shall not name) I’ve been really inspired by and has completely touched my heart with their stories and just their self expression is so beautiful to witness. They often feel like there is no one in this country that they can truly rely on and be protected by but they enjoy the freedom they have here in London. Even though they may feel all this loneliness and sadness from time to time there are moments that would have never happened, if they never left their home.
This photograph that I took has been inspired by this person and I wanted to capture this because it reminded me of how life is unpredictable. There’s a beauty to this aspect of life but also a feeling of uneasiness never knowing whats around the corner. I think that everyone can relate to the feeling of not knowing and either being worried or excited about the future. That’s was my main reason for taking this picture.
It’s not knowing what’s next but still having the courage to walk down that path or road and you can be pleasantly surprised by the things you experience. The hardest part though is just taking that risk and knowing that you will be okay no matter what happens. Good or bad.
“Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.”
― Jodi Picoult,