mm. thoughts again. so some photos at Sri Lanka were shared, and all I really wanted was to find the photos I was in.
In one way, that’s such a selfish act. I mean wasn’t the process about these children. I could spend more time looking at them, I mean I did, but I was more eager to find evidence of me. Selfish bastard.
Then again, what does our existence mean? Isn’t a photo of ourselves in it, just to prove our existence, to remind us we were there. To keep a part of us alive that has already past. To remind ourselves that we lived and maybe if possibly in future, relive.
I have to admit one reason I didn’t browse this album with much fascination, was because I didn’t exactly had a good experience. I definitely enjoyed myself with the children there. I did. Their innocence is my conviction to live life more gratefully. Their simplicity, is my motivation to live my life fully.
Here’s just some photos I saved from the hardworking camera woman’s album.