Nu alerg după monede

I do not chase coins, nor do I measure my worth in the weight of gold. My hands shape, my mind envisions, my soul breathes life into what I create, not for barter, not for gain, but because something within me demands to be set free.

If I wrote for wealth, my words would be hollow. If I photographed for profit, my colors would lose their fire. If I lived only to earn, then what would I truly own?

No, I do it for my own sake. For the quiet joy of seeing something born from nothing. For the way time dissolves when I am lost in creation. For the whisper of satisfaction when a piece of myself finds its rightful place in the world.

I do not deny the need for bread, nor the weight of responsibility. But my truest work is done in the spaces where money holds no claim, where what I craft is an offering, first and foremost, to myself.

And if the world finds value in it, if it echoes in another soul, then that is a gift. But it was never the reason.

It never will be.

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