It is easier said than done. No matter how many times I say it or write it. Forcing the concept into existence, it must be true. But why can't I believe it.
I am not on another continent with my backpacker's pack exploring on a layover trying to read body language and logic to get me to where I want to go. I am not in a third world country questioning the water that I am drinking or the "toilet" provided (or not provided).
I am here.
I am not in another time, creating a future that does not exist. Nor, may it never exist. I am not in the past, reliving mistakes, dwelling on greener pastures, stagnant.
I am here.
My feet touch this ground. My lungs breath this air. Today is not intangible. Unlike the past and future. The mirage of what has been and it is to come.
I am here. It is simple as that.
I am lack of sleep. Shooting and editing photograph after photograph. Spending a day pondering this mix. Heartbeats of life and beauty finding their way back home.
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