C’est la vie
The city sparkled like diamonds against the canvas of black velvet sky, sirens wail into the dark winter night as a train thunders by. Bare trees stand in silence, a bird sings of life, leaves clutter the paths as a man hurries past. The heart of the city hums, electric energy engulfs all, the lonely night rumbles on. Soon the sun will rise, casting early morning rays, people battle time as another night will pass, escaping our grasp.
I sit in the dimly lit room, lanterns hang above, open windows welcome a soft breeze; it dances with silk drapes, they drift with ease.
Wasted time should be a sin, there is not a moment where we cannot be inspired, cannot learn and cannot grow. The most valuable lessons are often painful, yet the seduction of life still pulls us in. As blossoms grow in soft spring sun, seasons change, as does life.
In moments of darkness light still peaks through, just as dark can engulf all lightness. I am inspired by beauty, true beauty. The beauty of nature, of emotions and expression, the beauty that lies within the mind, and within nature. Consciousness.
I have talked on and on, about simple pleasures and inspiration. I hope to encapsulate in my writing all that a photographer captures in a single click of a camera, and to help inspire others to breath the beauty of life, and accept that beauty and ugly come hand in hand.
Life is not just about luxury and the finer things, these things do not complete us. No man, or expensive toy will fill a ‘gap’ and until one reconnects with their essence and learns to appreciate themselves life will not flow.
Too many people hurry by in the daze of reality and mixed within dreams.
The dark night now enchants the clock, as time ticks on.
Until next time my darlings…