Time, as much as you or I have tried to define, is elusive. There are set standards that we have associated with increments and passage but it is hard to grasp how its movement affects each of us individually. The feeling we have and how we interact within it, is each our own. The anxiety of not having enough, the yearnings for the past, the impatience with lack of change are felt all too strongly. From those influxes, is an appreciation for feeling and being present.
The first true sense of appreciating my surroundings was when I travelled through Europe. Everything from the everyday mundanity to the eye catching sights were precious and I wanted to capture and share the experience. The idea and attempt to create this site was a long time coming. I have set up many accounts in different platforms, started some posts, got overwhelmed, unmotivated or complacent and then my posts faded away.
Before this past holiday season, I contracted a viral eye infection that left me in the dark (literally) for a few weeks. From the lack of visual stimulation, came quiet periods of reflections. The things I wanted to do were replaying in my head. So once I got better, I started researching again. I was still mulling as I wondered about new a laptop or another lens, a new platform or a different template, when a friend showed me an old message dated five years ago that consisted of me asking the exact same questions.
Sometimes, realizing the passage of an exact time interval makes you grasp your relationship with time. How you have spent it or let it pass you by. Keeping a promise is hard when no one else is there to hold you accountable. Especially if there are no timelines or deadlines but when you get faced with a possible ending, it makes you realize it’s about time you started your beginning.