grow.

Sometimes I think that I was so drawn to the camera because it was a way of finding myself. It was a way of coming to terms with my insecurities, and also a way of expressing myself. A way of saying this, this is who I am and what I have become. 

I don't know why but in the last couple of months I've neglected that. Not necessarily the camera (which I have, but that's okay), but paying attention to who I am. 

I've never been the person I've envied. The person who knows with crystal clarity who they are and what they are and which turn they are going to take at the end of the road. The person who can know what their passion is and pursue it with abandon. 

I find myself at a point where I look at myself and there are parts of me that I don't recognize and questions that are eating me alive because I try to forget them but instead of putting them aside I end up turning in circles and circles like hedge maze, coming face to face with a statue that I can not interpret. 

It's time to unravel some of the questions I have been mulling over for too long. Time to trim back the thorns to shed some light on the statues in my mind. Time to rise up.