I have an obscene amount of blogs that I read/look at, most of them are photographers both near and far. I could stay up all night just looking at them! Not to really get new ideas, or to copy something, or to be critical. But for inspiration, to make myself smile, to appreciate someone else's art. One of those is Jesh I have never met this person, all I know of him I read on his blog. His thoughts are similar to mine. He writes the most awesome things I have ever read. I heart him...well his blog at least :) The most recent one I just love.. I am copying it below in case you don't go to his site.
I think this is a great thing to live by.... I know it is long but I promise it is worth the read!
He Writes:
tonight, i die to the past.
i die to the past, and am born to this present moment -
this gift, this fresh rain-smell, this empty box, this early morning, this child's laugh, this midnight snow, this quiet stone, this single star, this shared look between friends, this warm promise.
it is not that i do not honor the dead, i do. i am thankful for the path i have walked to here, and every colored stone it was set with.
i may, now and again, fondly recount these steps - the conversations, the laughing, the hurting, the joy - embracing their memory like an old friend.
but i was born to be no grave-robber. i will not dig up what time has past and try to give its chalk line shape a place among my current dreams.
and i will not play the puppeteer - working hard to carry both sides of a conversation no one is having.
my friends, my loves - these cannot be hidden from me. i will know them always when i see them.
the measuring stick? i threw it out. i burned it. it was made to calculate finite things, and so always gave an inaccurate reading when i tried to use it to measure life.
now, i keep an eraser, held loosely in my pocket. each morning before i speak, i erase the boxes my mind drew around everything lovely day before.
i am newly in love with everything i love. this is me crying from seeing its beauty for the first time, again.
i am newly alive, with all the wonder and magic due those who have just come from a long darkness.
i am newly alive, unbound, unchained.
i am new.
i am.