There once a boy who lived in the eastern part of Jakarta, he was 17 at the time he was just like most kid hes age. Had a big dream but as we all know, when u have big expectation you had to prepare yourself to be hurt of failed meeting those expectation.
Jakarta, 2002
I was a kid who always had cameras on my bag, it was passion, my skillset that ive been working on for days, week even years since i started taking picture of everything instresting happening around me, except myself.
Why? because i never love myself the way i loved everything around me and everything that i have, it takes years to relized in order to love others you had to love yourself first in that way everything else will follows.
One thing happends after another, the kid become a man, the hated become the one that everyone loves, but even after he get what he wanted all this years, there still somethings missing inside of him. he go through day by day by feeling nothing, none.
then suddently it change. in a blink of an eye..., he become very very poor after a stock market crashes which he happend to invest on all of his money, this event cost him so much, the one that loves him suddently goes away because hes broke. the one that used to talk to him suddently does not talk to him, he was alone, he was lonely, everyone is there when he was successful, yet no one is there when he needed them the most.
people come and go but im here to stay true to myself, even when no ones belived at me anymore. so you might think "what do you do next?", well its quite a bit simple actually, i start from scratch again, from 0, from nothing. but the real question is , can i be the hero in this story?.
