It’s not easy. This whole wedding photography business thingy.
I used to think that nothing is much harder compared to attending to dying patients or confronting clueless relatives and telling them that it’s going to be okay, when we all know death is inevitable.
That was my life back then.
Last year, I was that person. My world was constantly occupied with hospital duties, medications, endorsements, patients, and the obsession to go abroad. I was always on the look out for opportunities. My waking hours were spent counting my actions. I have to do this because I need working hours. I have to impress this person because I might need his recommendation. I have to report for duty because I just need to. It was all-mechanical.
Still, I found meaning in what I did. That I am very sure! Once a nurse, always a nurse. It might not apply to all, but it sure does apply to me. I so miss it! I ache!
But fate brought me to a different path. So much different from that world.
I became a photographer. As they say, I shoot people for a living. I say it’s not easy. Every wedding is different. I mean it involves creativity, equipment upgrades, sales talk, long nights of editing, and so much more.
However, my feelings for both – being a nurse and a photographer, are more or less equal. If these were people, I’d tell them everyday, I love you both. I hope they’ll tell me I love you more back.
So yeah, even if I miss being a nurse, I am still happy shooting away. Perhaps, one day, I will be doing both. Who knows? The possibilities are endless.