Wen | 
10 24th, 2008| 
Once again, I’m not quite sure what to write about anymore. I seem to have lost my capacity for words but it’s not really such a bad thing. My mind, instead of being convoluted with black alphabets that need to be spit out is a little clearer at this point in my life. I am being inspired instead by how blue the sky can be, by the clarity of a new season’s entry and the inevitability of life.
I have also been photographing more and reading more. I’ve read more books this year than in the past two or three years put together I think. Through others, I have obtained some great insights that have kept me busy trying to put them into practice - also, when you are privy to so many wise words and teachings it becomes more and more difficult to envision how my own petty thoughts are of any significance or could possibly be of any use to anybody. It used to be important to document what I’d done over the weekend, make humourous observations about something or someone, or just vent about the systems on this earth to find my place. For me, that importance has faded, if not a lot, then at least a little.
Of course i am still fighting my own internal battles, and of course I still have my hopes and dreams - but more and more they become less and less of an issue in the grander scheme of things. I can still find a lot of myself in my images and in the sprinkling of words that sometimes come to me that I will continue to write in here. However, I am no longer what I think, want or write, even though I still think, want and write - but what I am and what I create.
If nothing else, then this is an aspiration to be what I know is true.