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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.

September 2008

This lists a month’s worth of stills and words.

September 7th - Tapestry and the Rose of Sharon
September 21st - In My Own Skin
September 22nd - Sunset, Sunrise
September 26th - Young Mangrove
September 30th - Shell Curtain

Reaching the place wasn’t enough. A journey within brought discoveries that allowed me to be more grounded. A time away from what I was used to had brought me to a better place when I did come back.

I welcome the new month with good tidings.

With joyful anticipation.

In strength.

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.

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Submerged in the sea, a young Mangrove gathers strength to resist currents and grows roots to solidify its hold to where twas destined to be.

With each turn of the tide, it grows stronger and more stable.

At the moment of capture, it basks under the late afternoon light, breathing in salty air. Fresh, radiant, and very much alive. It was its time to surface. Nature commands it so.

The glory of a young Mangrove blooms at low tide.

Noticing how most love sunsets for its melancholic attributes, for romanticism, one can’t help but wonder why. It does offer drama. The emotion that comes with the splash of yellows, pinks, reds, oranges over a blue and white canvass. It’s quite an amazing sight.

Then we wait as the surroundings are slowly being enveloped by darkness as dusk settles. You anticipate stillness. You embrace rest.

But I love sunrises more. It may not be as grand or as impressive but it has certain qualities that I find endearing.

It comes quietly. Darkness melts into dawn. Breathing in the cool, crisp air, fears are pacified plus a thought, which will never fail to escape me, a new day has arrived.

Soft light. Bluer skies.

Every sunrise will always remind me that life is full of second chances.

Trivia: Commissioned by L to take the photo; September 2008.