Where do we go from here?
Hi. Its been a while. I've been excusing myself from writing. June and July have been a godsend. But I haven't done enough, I'm working a lot, yeah but it isn't enough. I've been going to Jugaad quite often recently. Every time I'm there I feel a lot of imposter syndrome. It feels like I'm otherworldly trying to fit into this world which I know nothing about besides my love for films. Sometimes I feel as though I'm overbearing myself. Telling myself I have the keys to be a master filmmaker though I haven't even been on a real set. Nor have I worked with actors. My previous work makes me feel all the more amateurish. Not that I didn't know that at the time. The question arises once again. Who am I? What's my purpose? Why do I swing my sword? What's at the end of my blade? Is it fame, wealth or happiness? What's happiness anyway? Jugaad carries a certain weight but now that I see it, on a closer inspection its not built on a mountain
