It's shown me in recent weeks and months that I'll never achieve these things I desire without room to fail, room to learn in the deep end and room to accept the rough weather, literally and figuratively.
YouTube and Instagram can be a dangerous time sink. Dangerous to your sense of contentment with a so-called "normal life" — aka going to work during the week, going on a bit of a morning hike on the weekends, grabbing coffee with friends, seeing a band and so on. Dangerous because those two particular platforms have become a massive inspiration to people, photographers or not.
Millions can all experience fear of missing out in unison, and that can't be a good thing. Watching other people do what you're not can be a source of anxiety amongst people, and I'm no stranger to its effects, but knowing that this is a thing, can I justify my own insatiable need for wanderlust?