Yes. Let’s call it a severe case of narcissism. But isn’t it fun to take your own photo, sometimes?

Out of something that can be categorised as ordinary, I had found myself having fun in the process. This is one of the moments wherein I love what I do and that’s not just because I get to take photos of myself but rather to explore the idea of confidence and inner acceptance.

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This is why I love sunrises.

Work had taken me all night to finish. Don’t you ever get that way when you simply can’t drop something you’ve started? I guess this spells out how committed I am to something I love.

Taking my break, a moment before breakfast, I was dazzled by the sunrise. A pink sunrise.

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You lie awake at night, dreading the arrival of the sandman. Half asleep, your mind’s in a mad rush to fall into the deep, dark unknown.

Yet in the stillness, you struggle.

Dreams feared and un-forgotten.

You don’t want to go back there. Make it go away.

In the light of day, you find yourself baffled. Memories of exhaustion and tears. Unrealised terror. Like trying desperately to breathe underwater. But it wasn’t real. It never happened. Despite the feeling like it did.

Give me these moments. Give them back to me.

Do I still have strength in me? I reckon I do. I still have a little life left in me yet. There’s still fight in me.

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Trivia: Full story at The Parody – Sleeping and Dream Journals. Photo is one of the few ones I took of my Nokia E71; September 2008.

Sometimes, when I look at a child, I’m filled with envy. I’d imagine their uncomplicated life. I’d picture sources of simple joys. I’d see how they’d fearlessly embrace anything new.

Isn’t that how we should live?

Live life as a child would. Without burdens. Without grudges. Without limits. Full of curiosity. Full of hope. Full of wonder. They’d go around seemingly reckless but it’s just that they believe anything is possible.

Happiness is found where they are. Simple yet fulfilling.

I wish I was still a child. Sometimes.

Instead of retreating to one’s own shell, why don’t we simply put up a pretty shell curtain? It wouldn’t be as extreme and cut off. Friendlier and flexible, too.

Light and air can come in. Allows you to see the rest of the world rather than be consumed with thy self. Now, that wouldn’t be healthy, yea?

Just something to think about.