I was raring to do something that will let me exert some physical energy while letting my mind run through things. So I decided that it was the perfect opportunity for some yard work!  It took some sweet-talking, but my man finally caved in, and joined me outside to trim the bushes and put some mulch under the trees.  The place looks better now and I think our neighbor will no longer curse us

We also planted some daisies, and while we were doing this, I can’t help but think of how beautiful it will look in the coming days. It escapes you sometimes, you know, how time passes. You get so caught up with your life that you forget to notice the little things, but when you do – you’re hit with the revelation so hard, you feel a combination of regret and awe at having passed through it with eyes wide open and yet not seeing anything at all.

I used to be like that before – I always have a schedule, I always stick to my guns. The stability makes me feel safe, knowing I’ll get stuff done when I planned them. It’s less adventurous but it’s reliable – and at the time, it was what mattered to me. Nevertheless, as years pass, I begun to crave for something more. I found myself stopping – and looking around me, taking notice of the little things, caring for the minute details.

And now that I’m finally settling in with renewed fervor that this is what my life should be, with photography at my side, I can’t help but marvel at how beautiful everything is. It’s slowly coming together. I’m slowly coming together. I’ve planted the dream and now I’m nurturing it, coaxing it to life, waiting for it to take root.