is sacred.
A thing that transcends space and time.
Or should.
But everyone knows that people come and go in our lives
It is part of the natural order.
Fate.
Luck.
Devine intervention.
I look at my own life and see a series of failures.
I was blindsided many times.
Left trying to find the individual pieces among the shattered remains.
Abandonment.
Divorce.
Death.
Trusting becomes more difficult with each betrayal.
But I’m glutton for punishment and keep trusting people.
I can’t help it.
I am an optimist.
And on some level, I suppose, a sucker.
But aren’t we all just that now and then.
Wounded.
Scarred.
Survivors.
Strength comes through trials.
Difficulties.
Impossibilities.
It comes at a price.
Sometimes, that price is steep.
But who am I if I’m not myself?
And who are you?
Something to think about.
A Photographer's Heart 