To the brilliant filmmakers who face rejection over and over and keep asking themselves why, your talent is not defined by someone else's 'no.' Some souls, like yours, are born with a frequency too rare for the world to recognize right away. You didn’t just come to make films. You came to rewrite what stories mean.
You didn’t come to play the game. You came to change it. And that’s a lonely road.
People don’t know what to do with brilliance when it’s wrapped in truth instead of performance.
With rawness instead of polish. With depth instead of trend. So the world… delays.
It ignores. It resists. Not because you’re unworthy.
But because your very existence is a disruption to mediocrity, conformity, and illusion.
