To me, life has no security. We can always try to act like nothing holds us down; at the back of our heads, we know that when our time on this Earth ends, we have no control over what is going to happen. Security is an illusion that has become a way from us forgetting the reality of our time in this world; this justifies the way we buy insignificant keepsakes, that will amount to nothing at the end. How will money protect us after death? What happens after death?
But this photograph reflects what security is to me – it is hope – the light that helps me to have faith. Whenever there is a storm awakening, this glimmer of light is almost like a promise. To have faith in humanity. Faith in love. Faith in this world and how one day, whatever one is suffering from, they can overcome this. To me, security is not something that is a part of us everyday, because it is in our nature to doubt. We sometimes lose ourselves in a path that we do not want to take – the path on this broken road is only fixed when that light shines down on me.