I wrote down a list of things to write here but it’s all gone out the window. I seem to have a strange habit of defying myself. But perhaps tonight I shall have defy defying myself. I just don’t make sense sometimes.
On that elusive topic of achievements, Cone and I were polishing off our pizzas when this popped up. Achievement in itself is a broad topic, we have academic achievements, work achievements, sports achievements, talent-involved achievements, yada yada. You know what I mean. Many people weigh their lives mostly by academic and work achievements, which is not wrong to do. But I thought to myself, “What is my greatest achievement?”.
Cone says life’s ultimate achievement is death.
i was telling a friend,
deaths the only thing humans can cling on to,
its true,
its the only finale we know about,
I don’t know… but I’d like to think that my greatest achievement in life so far is possibly so far winning the recent battle with my ego. When I decided to become simple I also decided to do away with the malice, hate, self-importance and such.
Or perhaps the greatest achievement in life is life itself. To live, to breathe, to feel, and to love. Most especially to love.
I think I need a slight break from work. I woke up two days ago in the middle of the night with this scene replaying in my mind. I was at a HDB heartland, in some central plaza. The backlight was gorgeous and the newsmaker was in the middle of the frame, turning around and looking at me. But somehow I just couldn’t get the shot. I don’t know if my camera wasn’t working or it just wasn’t the shot.
Whatever it was, it was mightily screwed up. This photography thing is taking over my life. Oh yes, and you’re right, no point getting pissed off at people who just strut by and say, “Oh you’re loaded, look at your nice lens collection.” I work my ass off, and they’re for my job. Piss off, I’ve been doing this way longer before you.
Tolerance, May, tolerance.
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