I can no longer find meaning in working within a system that perpetuates harm.
I'm no longer driven by money.
I'm no longer driven by fame.
I'm no longer motivated by anything that doesn't contribute to the progress humanity truly needs.
Rich? Famous? And then what?
I’d rather be like those I document—whether homeless or celebrated—if it means knowing my time was spent doing good.
I feel drained.
There's a deep emptiness in the very things we’re told should give us purpose.
Maybe I seem unhinged for launching this project, but anything outside of it feels hollow.
I’m tired—yes—but not tired enough to stop chasing this dream.
If I’m going to sleep, let it be with the comfort that I tried to bring something better into the world.
But while I’m still awake, I’ll keep pushing to make that dream real.
