“if you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.”
dystopia in utopia
concept by @jojoadesuyi
Model- @jojoadesuyi
📸- @the4starproductions
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Man what a year!
I didn’t even realize how far i’ve came with my quality, writing and cinematography until i made this video.
Trust me when I say 2026 will be even better. Shoutout to everyone involved in the journey i wouldn’t be here without y’all.
Love,
Abdul & 4SP
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I MADE IT OUT ON TOP.
Four years ago, I had no idea what I wanted to do—but I knew what I was good at: science and art. Still, fear of what others might think kept me from choosing art. So, I chose what sounded better: Exercise Science.
From that moment, I came up with my “master plan”: Get my degree in Exercise Science, use my electives for what I actually love, make videos on the side, graduate, make some money, and then pursue my true passion—filmmaking and art.
I repeated that plan to myself like a mantra.
And at first, it worked. My first few semesters were smooth. But as the workload got heavier, I felt myself slipping. I had less time—and less energy—for the creative work that gave me life. I kept pushing, trying to force the plan to work.
Until one day, I just couldn’t anymore.
Second semester of sophomore year, I failed Chemistry 121N—for the second time. I passed with a 71%, but I needed a 73% to meet the degree requirement. I cried. It was the first time I’d ever felt truly defeated. I didn’t know what to do next.
But at the same time, I was taking an Intro to Film class. I was excelling—and my professor, Cory Warner, told me I should pursue it. That stuck with me. I realized how much time I had poured into a major for a job I didn’t even want—all because I was afraid. And in that moment, I said: Fuck it.
The very next semester, I switched my major to Cinema/TV Production. I haven’t looked back since.
Today, I’m happier than ever. I started a company—4Star Productions—and have produced countless projects. And now, as I graduate at 21, in 4 years flat with a 3.1 GPA, all I can say is: Alhamdulillah.
Thank you, God, for getting me here. Not everyone gets the chance to go to college, finish it, or graduate on time. This journey was not easy—but it taught me lessons and brought me connections that I’ll carry for life.
P.S. I retook Chemistry and passed that bitch—just to prove to myself that I can do anything.
