Prediction

The fact that my blog dashboard tells me that my last post was July 18th doesn't really mean much. Really, my last post wasn't since...well, some time in March. Inbetween has just been filler. It might keep some of you mildly entertained, but not for long.

What people who get so addicted to this realize is that life goes on, and sometimes you need to walk away. I'm not just talking about the blog; I'm talking about living the things you need to live. Absolutely nothing of my life in the past few weeks is appropriate to write about yet, and I'm sorry to tease your curiosity and then tell you that is all you're going to get. But, I don't believe I'm the only one who experiences life as a cycle of happiness and sadness, content and discontent, and I do find comfort in the fact that one is ALWAYS followed by the other, so at the very least, the repetition is motivation and relief.

A delicate balance.

In this case, hurt is inevitably followed by happiness. Forgive the Sagittarian optimism, or discount it as nothing but that, but that's why I'm smiling, if nothing else.

I think the photography is therapeutic. When I look at a picture, it reminds me of the time it was taken, of the people I was with, of the way I felt at the time, of the part of the cycle I was in. It doesn't have to be a picture of people; it can be a landscape, a building....a blur. Just like my writing, it brings back memories and feelings with amazing clarity. I can read something I wrote when I was 17 and remember where I was sitting. I can look at a picture I took when I was 23 and know who was on my mind. It doesn't matter anymore how frequently I record these things, because I know the vividness of the moment will return.

I am sure that this moment will be one of them.