Yesterday it was different, as I had picked up a book. And it made all the difference. The book opened my eyes to everything I once considered sacred, the beauty of nature, the beauty of true love, falling in love with the concept of love itself. And I loved it. I felt more alive than I had, in a long time. I felt more connected with myself. I felt I was being my true authentic self. And that was an exhilarating feeling, a sense of freedom, a fearlessness. And that made me see the beauty of everything around me, made me live in the moment, with no thoughts, no worries, no cares of past or future.
These pictures don't do any justice to the real beauty of nature that was there. But this is the least I could do. I want to do the things that I do because I want to do them, not out of compulsion, not to please anyone else, not to prove anything. I want to be just me, be the real me, stripped off of all the demands and expectations of the world around me.
