Dearest Self

Dearest Self,

I find myself at a crossroads, my soul heavy with questions that only you can answer. As I continue this relentless pursuit of photography, I am left wondering why this art form, which I hold so dear, has become a source of profound pain and longing. 

With each click of the shutter, I capture moments of extraordinary beauty, moments that resonate deep within my being. Yet, with every image I create, there is an accompanying ache, a solitude that covers me like a shroud. Why, I ask myself, does this passion, which should bring unbridled joy, also bring forth such anguish?

Could it be that in freezing these fleeting moments in time, I am freezing a part of my own heart? Am I, in my relentless quest for perfection, sacrificing pieces of my soul? Or perhaps, it is the very act of witnessing life's short-lived nature through my lens that leaves me haunted and yearning for more.

I am compelled to seek answers within myself, to delve deep into the fountain of my emotions and understand why this art form, which I pour my heart and soul into, brings forth such an overwhelming sense of longing. Is it the desire to capture the unattainable, to hold onto what is destined to slip away, that inflicts this exquisite pain?

In these moments of introspection, I am reminded that it is often through our passions that we confront our deepest vulnerabilities. And so, I press on, not only to capture the beauty that surrounds me but also to unravel the mysteries of my own heart.

My dear self, as I continue this journey, I hope to find solace in the understanding that it is the interplay of joy and pain that makes life's tapestry so rich and intricate. I seek not to escape this paradox but to embrace it, for it is in the embrace of both ecstasy and agony that I find the true essence of what it means to be alive.

With introspective curiosity,

Anand