I think I would hit about 80% for my exam of success. But only from the second time. The first time I would fail. I have always been quite good with my second times. I think it is all because I am the second child in the family. I have grown under the supervision of my older sister. I was always good with the things she experienced, and what I had to experience myself without her I failed. But it's alright. Everyone fails to do most of the things from the first time. They are life lessons to learn and to accept. They make us be who we are now — humans.
I can always be found...
Greece failed to be in European Union; now it is their second chance. And I believe everything will go smoother than the first time. It's all about what you learn in the moment of the imaginary defeat. As soon as you realize that it is just a tough hit in your ribs but they are still fine, you hit back with greater power. Hit and not miss this time.
From my experience, I managed to fail my driving test the first time. I was very upset about it because I was in my last month of pregnancy and didn't have much time. And then I stood up and managed to take another one before my Mr was born... Actually, he was born within two days after I passed my driving test. Lucky me to still park the car correctly with the belly popped out and baby constantly kicking!
Anyway, I have been a bit put off from trying to be involved in professional photography. It seems that everyone who can afford to buy a better camera and know how to use Photoshop (or to hide spots and make you look better and smarter than you are in reality), offer (un)professional photography sessions. Seriously? It makes me feel like only people who don't have enough brain and courage to achieve something better, become photographers. I think photography because of social networks became like daily cup of coffee — you won't function well if you don't intake a good dose of caffeine.
I still love taking photos, but I think I need to restructure some priorities before becoming another clown posting photos and seeking for likes with a special signature on the right bottom of the photo reserving my rights. Wait, if I put a signature, am I counted as a professional photographer?
Anyway, at the moment I have other things in my concern, and it is not Greece or my career. Time flies, I am still at home on the computer debating if today it is going to rain. I have a lot of mixed up feeling and feeling a bit confused about the environment around me.
Even the gender and sexuality now confuse me. I am not writing essay about this topic as we, film students, constantly used to do in the University. The other day I was passing by the park. It was a sunny beautiful day, and, of course, park was full of people. And I saw two ladies sitting and chatting, and I started thinking whether they are lesbians or not. I am not homophobic, it is just because of this gay rights topic all over society, it grew in my brain like a tumor the confusion of homosexuals and heterosexuals and keeps bothering me. Are we becoming a ''genderless'' society?
I am not the judge and I am more than happy to see same gender couples together being happy instead of hiding their identities and inhibiting their sexuality, later turning to aggressive acts towards other people.
Live, love, laugh, as it is said. Difference is the tool making us interested and interesting.
Ieva, hunting sunny spells.
