I have a VSCO. I’m cool. I’m a hipster. I dunno. I have this propensity to take photos and actively take them—I’m not hiding myself as I snap them—and I post a few of them here and there. Some make it to the monthly proof-of-life post. Others go up on my VSCO.
It’s interesting seeing the photos, thinking about them in the context of where I was, what was going on, who my people were at that point in time.
Some people are still constants today, in my life. And a number of them are not.
A few I’ve had a falling out with, a breakup, and more. Some people are doing different things in life now, married and kids.
Some of these photos I’m traveling, snapping up everything I can. The Bosphorus, cool patterns on tiles, city scapes, town squares, the skyline.
Random photos of strangers not met along the way smatter the timeline photo stream.
Am I the same today as I was when I took all these photos? yes and no. I still have shit to work on, always will. But I’m moving forward wiht the march of time.
I don’t love being 49 and without a babe on call. I don’t love being 49, with a kid that I need to resolve some shit with. But we’re solid.
I have a lot to be thankful for.
Learn the lesson, leave the rest as one friend put it, when talking about the past. Sure. I try to. It’s an active work to let the past be. I try and I work at it. As much as I can do. It’s fine.
I love the faces that are in my life, past, present, and those to come.
If you see this and you think this about you… well, you’re right.