There are so many things in life, so many, that you can get completely wound up about and lose perspective. Every day, at every turn, something or someone is asking for a fight—challenging you, provoking you, demanding a reaction. The world feels louder, sharper, and more divided than ever, and it’s exhausting.
Fuck.
I’m a lover, not a fighter.
If that seems like a cop-out, so be it. It’s not that I don’t care. It’s not that I’m disinterested or disengaged in what’s happening around me—I see it. I feel it. And like everyone else, I wrestle with the weight of it all. The pain, the chaos, the anger. It’s awful. But here’s the truth: the way I cope with it—the way I keep going—is by leaning into beauty, into the poetry of life.
That’s where I live. That’s the world I choose to inhabit. The one filled with light, with lyricism, with emotion. The world where a shaft of morning sun on a cracked sidewalk is a reminder that perfection is overrated. Where a child’s laughter carries more weight than a headline. Where color, texture, and fleeting moments tell stories no argument ever could.
It’s probably the reason I’m a photographer and not a politician, a strategist, or a coach. I don’t want to sell anything, convince anyone, or debate the state of the world. I want to bear witness to its beauty. I want to remind people that for all the mess and madness, life is still breathtaking.
More people are good than bad. I believe that with all my heart. And I believe that life, at its core, is simple, innocent, and beautiful. It’s the layers we add—our fears, our insecurities, our need to win—that complicate things. But strip it all away, and what remains is something pure. Something worth seeing, worth feeling, worth capturing.
That’s my fight if you want to call it that. Not with words, not with weapons, but with wonder. With the belief that beauty still matters, that art still heals, and that moments—small, quiet, imperfect moments—still hold the power to shift something deep inside us.
So, no, I won’t be drawn into every battle. I won’t meet every challenge with clenched fists. I’ll meet it with an open heart, with a camera in my hands, with a devotion to seeing the world not as something to be conquered, but as something to be cherished.
If that makes me naïve, I’ll wear that badge proudly. Because the world has enough warriors. Maybe what it needs now, more than ever, are lovers.
And I am one.
Click.
Jack.
