Just me Being me.

Every time I get into a reading mode, where I read books back to back not taking a day of break to actually live life, I think about why I do it. "You're just Laura, bookworm, (adj.)  you." Someone said this to me once. I don't quite remember what the adj. was but...yeah.

I always read. Always. I guess I am waiting for life, when life really doesn't need waiting for. Life happens everyday and I wish that I could just see that and go on and live it. No book will ever fulfill my want for a future or adventure, only my dreams, a bit of education and God can make that happen.

I find myself writing bits and pieces to my own story, not MY story but a book...kind of. I'll have moments or thoughts that I have the urge to write down and make something of them. I never do though, so maybe I should.

I want to be a photojournalist. I don't just want to be a photographer that takes pointless photos of models who ruin themselves by striving to be what society wants them to be. I don't want my photos to be for "the next big thing". I want my photos to have meaning. Not just to be visually appealing, but to also impact lives. I want people to be able to look at them and understand that there is reality outside of our protective bubble of freedom and meaningless extras. I want to be able to catch real emotions and moments, people bearing the weight of the world, joy of a mother watching her child sleep, a couple in love, a father working in a field to feed his family etc.

I feel so...not angry...but annoyed while I'm writing this post. At myself, mostly. And also at people who fail to understand that there is a world other than their own. There are worse things than not getting that new pair of shoes, or that top. But also to understand that there comes joy even in the darkest of days. I want to make an impact. I don't exactly know how to get the meaning across...I guess I just want to show the beauty and the sorrows of the world...

I'm determined.