BECOME
I have moved down to Wellington. I’m living away from my partner, I’m poor, eating rice and tuna, and sleeping in the store room of a dirty flat. I’m here doing a graduate diploma in Journalism. It’s depressing. The more I read and the more I see journalists chasing people down the street for a silly emotive quote the more I wonder what the hell I’m doing here.
At the edge of ditching it all I remind myself why I’m putting myself though this.
I want to change the world, I believe it can be changed and I think its worth changing.
I believe that journalism, real journalism, gives me a platform to do this. I will use this year to learn tools and find ways to communicate and challenge others and myself on dumb ideologies and stereotypes.
What stings me the most is that I don’t know where to start or how to do it. I’m not fascinating, talented, nor brilliant. But I see a gap and want to meet it. I’m saving up for a camera and there is an editing suite at university. I’m going to begin by making some small docos. I will make mistakes and I will be frustrated and hungry. But I will be satisfied that I’m doing what I’m made for.
I am no longer satisfied in waiting for the right time to do what I really want to do. It’s all in my court. All of the people that I knew five years ago who were faking it have now become what they were pretending to be.
At the edge of ditching it all I remind myself why I’m putting myself though this.
I want to change the world, I believe it can be changed and I think its worth changing.
I believe that journalism, real journalism, gives me a platform to do this. I will use this year to learn tools and find ways to communicate and challenge others and myself on dumb ideologies and stereotypes.
What stings me the most is that I don’t know where to start or how to do it. I’m not fascinating, talented, nor brilliant. But I see a gap and want to meet it. I’m saving up for a camera and there is an editing suite at university. I’m going to begin by making some small docos. I will make mistakes and I will be frustrated and hungry. But I will be satisfied that I’m doing what I’m made for.
I am no longer satisfied in waiting for the right time to do what I really want to do. It’s all in my court. All of the people that I knew five years ago who were faking it have now become what they were pretending to be.