Adrian-Drake

Having posted up a series of photographs that I thought were mediocre at best; I was surprised to find that nearly all were immediately favourited. This got me thinking about why I considered them to be worth so little. It didn't take me long to find the answer, which has led me here because the phrase sang so true in my ears that I had to write it down. And what reason have I to write things down if not to share them?

Therefore without further ado, todays quote: Why are these pieces worth so little to me? 'Because the pieces aren't half as interesting as the journey that made them.'

Sincerely Drake.

That Man is the product of causes that had no prevision of the end they were achieving; that his origin, his growth, his hopes and fears, his loves and his beliefs, are but the outcome of accidental collisions of atoms; that no fire, no heroism, no intensity of thought and feeling, can preserve individual life beyond the grave; that all the labours of the ages, all the devotion, all the inspiration, all the noonday brightness of human genius, are destined to extinction in the vast death of the solar system, and that the whole temple of Man's achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the debris of a universe in ruins.

Once, I stood on the outside. I stood with the masses and we didn't understand. I resolved that you must be part of something to understand it, you must leave behind prejudice and stereotype, forget what you thought you knew and LEARN. So I left the masses and began to learn; and at first I didn't understand. It seemed the more I learned the less I knew. But slowly and surely thoughts blossomed within my mind, I stood on the inside, and I understood. I began to use this knowledge, exploring and creating, never ceasing to learn; and I didn't look back.

And then I encountered the masses without. I had stood so long among those that knew, this crowd of ignorance confused me. So I tried to explain. I tried to show them what I had learned. But they could not comprehend; I was a fool to think I could explain in a few conversations what it had taken me years to learn, but I tried.

I wish they would understand, I wish they could see the beauty I see. I am one of the few now. I can never go back, and they refuse to follow. We are not alone, but I still feel very lonely.

Do you ever get that feeling when you look at a piece of art you did a while ago and think 'jesus, was i that bad?' then you realise it was only a couple of moths ago? You create a fantastic master piece and you think its amazing, then a few months down the line you hate it and couldnt believe you let other people look at it!

No???

Just me then

Things cannot always be pink and fluffy...

When you look at a photo, the image is made up of light and dark. Different tones create a picture which your eyes can see; the world is like a photo. There are good things and bad things, good things are light, and bad things are dark. If the photo was all light, you'd never see the image becuase you'd never be able to tell the difference between the tones, you would see nothing. It is the same with the world, if everything was good, and nothing was ever bad, you would have no understanding of what 'bad' was, and you would feel nothing. 'Bad' would be a completely alien concept to you. Which means with nothing to compare against, you would loose all understanding of 'good'. Good would become 'normal' and you would never appreciate the good things in life.

The world is made up of opposites, light and dark, day and night, sun and moon, good and evil, you must have a balance to make the world right.