There was a period in my life when photography became more than a hobby. It was my escape. Through the lens, I could find order in a world that often felt chaotic. But there came a point when, no matter how well I framed the shot, my own life seemed out of focus. I spent more time behind the camera, hoping to find clarity in the photos I took. One evening, while reviewing my shots, I realized the problem wasn’t with the images but with how I was seeing things. Just like in photography, where adjusting the lens can change everything, I needed to shift how I approached my own perspective. It wasn’t about perfect focus, but about learning to accept what the viewfinder couldn’t always capture.
