My mind is a race through blinding lights.

I ask questions to answers I will never find.

We learn that things are not perfect.

They were never meant to be.

Imperfect. Impermanent. Incomplete.

This is the way. Of nature. Of life. Of Wabi Sabi.

And so I slow down time.

Empowering moments, through my lens.

I been through some colossal s*. So have you.

So hey, we already have something in common.