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Forget your best ones.
I had a tea with this girl — she just started doing photography, but was thinking of pursuing it seriously. My friend introduced her saying, “she adores you like Tibetan monks adore Buddha.” Ok, this is new. But such misunderstanding can happen if you are good at something. So for a moment there – I was a Buddha of photography.
She was showing me her “best ones,” “keepers” as some people who pretend they know anything about photography use to say. She was throwing some hear-say photography wisdom at me and politely bragged about the number of likes she was getting. She had more followers and likes than me, btw.
Pictures were beautiful, but just that. I already saw them produced by thousands of other photographers. They were hollow to me. Like chocolate bears that makes you sad once you bite them…
So I took a deep breath and painfully took off the mask of my ego (that really wanted to look like Buddha of photography and please her) and poured in her some bitter medicine — as honest of advice I could give.
Forget your best ones.
Embrace your disappointment. Go with your “average” ones, but make thousands of them.
