The pages of a 5 year ongoing art project. Photo journals (Volumes I, II, III & IV so far) chronicling the struggle to understand love gained and love lost, and the everyday subtle heartaches and simple beauty that.. well, confuse me. And move me.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Ironic isn't a strong enough word to illuminate the difference between the expected and actual outcome of my life. It's ironic that I've spent my entire life striving for my next accomplishment- a degree- the two letters after my name, then the third.. How silly I was to think that any of that mattered. It's ironic that the truth is- all that really matters is finding something to do with your life that matters to someone else. It took talking someone off a ledge to realize this, but, ironically, in the end I was the one who was saved -Erin Forquer