I went back to the problem of what do I love? We grew up thinking so practically that I got an idea in which doing something you love doesn’t put bread on the table, cause in order to do that you have to suffer. I thought of journalism. Traveling the world and taking pictures of revolutions, expose corruption and save human lives with one article. But then I felt like going for photography - saving the world with one image. To shock people and expose the truth. A picture is worth a thousand words, so I've been told. Or maybe take photos of leopards in Africa, that also sounds cool. What about psychology, that’s nice too, maybe I’ll understand once and for all why all hot girls walk while looking straight forward, and why the girls that’s in bed with you will take her clothes off all on her
