How Much Time?

Do any of us know? How often do we wish for the days to pass, for the moments to escape us just so we can reach a far off destiny that holds all of our happiness. How often do we ignore the ticking clock and make plans for tomorrow or the next day because "today is just too busy". Are we so ignorant to believe that we are in control of our own time? Have we not yet learned that tomorrow is never a promise but a privilege?

On Tuesday evening, the world lost a good soul. And yes, in the scheme of the billions that the world contains and the hundreds born that very minute maybe 1 soul does not shake the earth, but it does shake the world of hundreds. For those of us who lived in the presence of this soul, who inhabited their world beside them for a time. For those of us who knew of it's existence, the world rumbles with it's loss. And for those of us left behind, no matter how close we were, we are left paralyzed by this sad reality.

Often is takes moments like this to rid us of our ignorance. To restore our humanity and remind us that life is not a guarantee. That each minute could be the last breath, the last kiss, the last moment that you will have and that each of those minutes should be cherished. Now, I know that weeks from now I too will be dreaming of a Friday afternoon but I can only promise that I will not be dreaming in vain. I will not be wasting the minutes in between pursuing an empty goal. I refuse to ignore that I am letting my life pass by undetected. I promise to learn from this simple soul and pursue my true passion. Because at the end of the day, if I am racing to my final moment, will I look back with regret or with pride that I chased down my heart's desire with every last breath.

RIP, your life has become an inspiration. Thank you.

The Storm is Clearing

There are times in life where I am slapped in the face with the reality of my own influence. Not influence in the power hungry, man about town way but influence to shape and change the course of my life. In my previous post I talked about how we squash our dreams through neglect and disbelief and how we should all be challenged to figure out instead how to achieve them. Now I sit here in thankful disbelief with 4 known photography jobs coming to me. For friends/family of course but still the fact remains, I am someone's "photographer of choice". The reality of this small kindness is not lost on me. In a world where people buy and pick up their cameras on a regular basis I know how amazing it is to pick just one. Pick someone and entrust them with capturing the special moments of your family, the glow in the faces of new parents, the twinkle in a mischievous 2 year old's eye. I know how special these moments are and I take the job of capturing them very seriously.

In addition to this I am finally venturing out on my own. After talking about having my own place for years, I have finally found it! It is both a sense shock and an excitement vying for attention in my body. I just can't believe it is actually happening. And as I sit back and reflect on these moments I realize that I may have been the only thing standing in my way for so long. It may have been my insecurities lassoing me and pulling me back to the comfort zone of dreaming. As I longing stared out of my bubble into the life I wanted I never considered that I was in control of taking the first step out. The lesson that lies within this experience is learning to trust myself. Learning to trust in my own eyes, my senses and my ability. When you just let go is when everything finally has a chance to fall into place. Here we go....