They say an image can express more than a thousand words. There's moments in life that are captured by the beauty and innocent essence of a photograph, it doesn't say much to some but it says everything to another. Just like a painting with blue swirls and finger prints, to some they see blue swirls and finger prints to someone else it's the story of a five year old's first day at school and how the treasure hunt felt like it went round and round the school like swirls in the clouds. Moments come and memories fade and we know they don't last forever in our hands. Sometimes we pray for a better ending, or for a moment to stop time so we can live in the happiest of times in our lives. Still moments. Happy memories. Laughable faces. Priceless moments. The good times. The mournful eras. The wonderful changes. Indescribable feelings. As the years go by and the months sail through, the weeks are almost here. The days are yet to become hours, and hours to minutes, until the seconds become merely a hide and seek tradition. Here we are stuck in this moment, for us its the clock of weeks. 1, 2, 3, 4. The bumpy road of an endless battle. 5. A whirlwind of emotion drifted through the lives of everyone around me. 6. A decision that left a fork in the road though I wouldn't know where I'd be now if I took the slight left instead of right. 7. The flowers turned from pink to royal blue. A childhood fantasy no longer in mind. I was actually living the dream but instead of riding a soft white cloud I managed to jump on the nearest bus to the Land of Oz. 8. A blurred image that defined the dimples around our cheeks. 9. Everything seemed to look like a potato, and it was nice. 10, 11, 12. The stretch to no longer keep the key to the most sacred secret box I've ever owned. 13. No matter how much of a fairy tale life you thought you had, there was always something to remind you it's not all sweet and rosy. At some point I felt like Dorothy, wanting to go back home, somewhere familiar and close to my family. So I did. For three weeks I bunked up with Roxette 'Roxy' McKee. Chiwawa cross Fox Terrier. Mutt and best friend. She kept me company the three weeks my parents were on holidays. She snuggled, I fed her gourmet meals. She protected the house, I gave her my heart. House sitting in the bush was so calming and relaxing. From beautiful glass lit mornings with glowing green foliage to deep blue nights and silence. Pure magic. 14, 15, 16. And now 17 - things are changing. Heart beats faster. I notice, you notice. The things you notice are so weird and strange. But otherwise so magical and surreal. Too many forks in this road for me to even begin choosing right now, but I know the path I've taken so far is where I want to be. Many a time I've found myself in a dead end corner or on a road leading to catastrophe. And every time I come out wiser and stronger. Each and every time. You begin to notice the constant faces around every path you take and some that tend to fade as you choose different rights and lefts from them. Some signs always point you back to the same faces and other signs just redirect you, I guess these are the moments where you have to let go of familiar fading faces. Never goodbye, just farewell for now. When the light blemishes your vision you've gone a little too far, and same with the dark patches of the night. 17 is the number for my personal moment in time. A moment that I will cherish for the rest of my life. Whatever number you are or moment you're living right this second, believe it is at your best. Take as many pictures as you can so you have stories and memories to share with the ones you love, and for you to look back and feel how you felt in that moment. Cry your heart out. Laugh your guts silly. Be you. And remember the good times always.
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Song of the Day - Photograph by Nickelback
