Manifestation of life

We all have hobbies and interests. But there are some interests that stand out. That captures our heart in a way that sets it apart from all the rest.

For me, this stands true for photography. When I hold the camera in my hand, everything goes still. All sounds drop out, all people; possibly staring at me thinking, “what in the world is so nice about that tree?” blur. All I hear is my heartbeat, picking up pace, I feel the blood gushing through my body. I steady my hand and close my left eye. My fingers fiddle with the dial, finding the right focus, the sharpness and click.

They say it’s not the end that matters, but the journey to find that end that counts. I don’t go “wooow” when I see my pictures after I click them. Im very self-critical and I think that helps. But for me, every picture is my journey. It’s my journey to that place that makes me so happy it’s overwhelming.

It’s not just a camera for me. For me it’s a high, a rush. It’s creativity. It’s a place that holds no boundaries, it’s a place where I find, me. It’s a manifestation of life (thanks for that Junaid !).