It's a warm spring day and I'm sitting under my umbrella, while butterfly's float by, writing my final essay of the year; on Iraq.
Don't worry, this isn't about to become a political rant, but I will say this - that place is messed up - even more so by the invasion! But it does get me thinking...about HOPE.
Recently I was having my head-shots redone, and my photographer started speaking to me, asking me why I do what I do. The more we spoke, the more insight she had into who I was, and suddenly she says, 'Hold that look.' I wasn't sure what 'look' I was holding, but for the next two hour shoot she would say, 'Remember, there is always hope'.
I hadn't realised until that moment, but that phrase keeps me going. At work I have this Banksy print I got last year in London. Hope keeps us breathing. It keeps us moving forward.
I often feel like the bearer of bad news. My subjects are often about problems, I work in an environment of problems, our world has become a world full of problems. But what keeps us from curling up and staying in bed, or escaping to a utopia far away? Hope. That intrinsic belief that things will get better. That I[insert your name here] can make a difference.
There is so much beauty that contrasts and often counteracts the pain and despair. All pain is relevant, but so is all joy. In Uganda I became friends with girls who had experienced horrific tragedy, the likes I cannot comprehend, yet they laughed louder and danced harder than any of my friends back in Australia.
Where do you see hope?
Don't worry, this isn't about to become a political rant, but I will say this - that place is messed up - even more so by the invasion! But it does get me thinking...about HOPE.
Recently I was having my head-shots redone, and my photographer started speaking to me, asking me why I do what I do. The more we spoke, the more insight she had into who I was, and suddenly she says, 'Hold that look.' I wasn't sure what 'look' I was holding, but for the next two hour shoot she would say, 'Remember, there is always hope'.
I often feel like the bearer of bad news. My subjects are often about problems, I work in an environment of problems, our world has become a world full of problems. But what keeps us from curling up and staying in bed, or escaping to a utopia far away? Hope. That intrinsic belief that things will get better. That I[insert your name here] can make a difference.
There is so much beauty that contrasts and often counteracts the pain and despair. All pain is relevant, but so is all joy. In Uganda I became friends with girls who had experienced horrific tragedy, the likes I cannot comprehend, yet they laughed louder and danced harder than any of my friends back in Australia.
Where do you see hope?
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