What I learned from failing at something I loved

 I wanted to be a filmmaker. I bought a camera, wrote scripts, shot short films with friends, and even submitted one to a festival. It didn’t get in. Then another. And another. All rejections. Eventually, I stopped making films.


For a long time, that felt like failure.


But here’s what I learned: chasing something you love forces you to stretch. I learned about lighting, timing, teamwork, rejection, and resilience. I met people I still talk to today. I created something that didn’t exist before.


I also learned that loving something doesn’t mean you’ll succeed in the way you expect. Sometimes the process is the point.


And failure? It’s not the opposite of success. It’s the soil it grows from.


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