Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Behind The Closed Door

Do you ever feel like the people around you are getting everything they wanted, but no wait, not you. You can't have that like that you wanted and help so close to your heart. I feel like this window here. Every time I step ahead there is always one person trying yo hold me back from succeeding. Don't get me wrong, they won't win at bringing me down. I have more to live for than that. I just know that deep down in my heart no man can ever be what I need him to be, all the ones that want me these days just want to try to manipulate, or own, or control me. Even ones that I'm not actually dating just seeing. It's time to move on, leave all these people behind me, right where they belong.
But it still looks like this. The above is how people with depression feel most of the time. You can see the light just on the other side of the door, but can't quite reach it no matter how hard you try. So you go on and live in this dark world with just a glimpse of what can be, but never really is, and drag your butt to the next day. I try to focus on helping other people. My job is a great way to get through rough patches. As an RMT I can help people heal through massage therapy, help them get through there pain. These things do make the world feel better. Along side of that is, of course, photography. 
Just when you think everything is going to come crashing down, you see this awesome shot above and all the excitement comes right back. I love storm clouds and dark music, it really cheers up my day. Ok, so I'm backwards. Unique. I was travelling in a taxi with my Mom on our way home this one spring evening and we come upon this. I shot the scene, edited and posted. Now you know what was going on in my head that day. But this lightened my day. 
All in all we know not every day can be fun and happiness, but we do know that when the rain falls, there is always an artistic opportunity sitting there waiting for me to shoot it and create magic. Or I could do magick, whatever comes first. Sorry, my Wiccan self came out there, happens sometimes. 



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