The Failed Filmmaker

I never thought I’d end up here. My vision of myself was always so much more.

There was a child in me, full of dreams and confidence. Ignorance was my greatest ally. That child was free to explore a world of endless possibilities, unfazed by the consequences of his recklessness.

I always believed that by 30, I’d have a family and be living the dream—working as a successful Hollywood director.

I constantly shoot to hone my skills, but I'm too fearful to release the work I create.

Now, I reflect on where I am in my life, and the weight of failure presses down on me. I see myself becoming a bitter man, the kind who always says, “If I had tried, I would’ve been successful.”

This man I’ve become—alone and bitter—engulfs me with his insecurities and resentment. He is exactly what I’ve always feared I’d turn into.

But today, I seek to destroy him—to tear myself away from those thoughts and continue venturing into the unknown. Life is a game of stamina, and with every level, you grow stronger, wiser. Though I’ve failed, I’m starting again—but this time, I know how to navigate.

The child grew up, but he didn’t want to. Life, however, doesn’t wait. It forces you to adapt, even when you’re not ready.