I Will Take Life Seriously Tomorrow

Is that greatness or recklessness — or perhaps a beautiful kind of ruin? I’ve lived as if tomorrow were a rumor and opportunities grew on trees, patiently waiting for me to finally choose. One day I will take life seriously. But not today. Tomorrow, maybe

The project, through photographs, presents an interpretation of my life / the mentality that I had growing up— a search for myself intertwined with the experience of my own decadence. An awareness of transience, of wanting to make the most of life so that one day, on my deathbed, I could congratulate myself and feel no regret, no matter where life may have led me. I often heard myself say:
Don’t worry — if you’re enjoying yourself and you’re happy, you’re not doing anything wrong.
You can start taking life seriously when you return form a trip, from a party, from climbing, from hiking.
When you truly have to.

At the same time, a chain of events compelled me to grow up too soon, to learn how to hold myself upright. Reality struck—not loudly, but persistently. Life is not made of recklessness alone. And freedom is not weightless; it asks for something in return.

While I felt “stuck” trying to understand who I was, I began to wonder: is the real burden not knowing who you are, or is it more dangerous to believe that you already do? The moment I define myself as something, I confine myself to it.

"A restrained impulse eventually overflows, producing a flood — a flood that may be passion, or even madness. Its effect depends entirely on the strength of the current, and the height and firmness of the barrier.
An unrestrained river, by contrast, follows a gentle channel, flowing steadily into tranquil abundance." - Aldous Huxley - Brave New World

The photographs don’t follow any clear chronology. They lean instead into a contrast: the search for quiet and the pull of rage. Running wild and then stopping completely. Touching the present moment and not rushing it. Being entirely still. From the first cigarette in the morning fog on the hills of Portugal,
to a punk concert in a skate bowl, to trekking across the Southern Patagonian Icefields, to simple hang outs with friends. Life, it turns out, is much simpler than I thought.