Life: Realism Lived in Abstraction

My life, or what I choose to take with me, is in this Photo Journal. My life didn’t begin to change until the end of high school and boy did it change. With the end of high school brought the beginning of college and I knew things would never be the same. This is not the end or even a complete journal...but these were pictures I found and marked eras in my life.




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A picture of memories of long ago…of a time with no responsibilities and no difficult choices. Where days were riddled with questions like, “Does Jane like John?” and “Where is our field trip too?” Innocent ignorance blankets the world of high school and its wonderful memories.

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A day of celebration, a day of mourning

A life lived for four years brought to a halt

By the words, “Congratulations, you are a high school graduate”

These days seem so far away

These days seemed so easy

I woke up the one morning with the question,

“Wow was I dreaming?”


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College is new and so much is happening

I took one look at her and went right to smiling

She looked at me with her warm eyes

Thawed a heart from the deepest abyss of pain

Took my head with her soft sensual hands and with

One kiss from her soft lips…I was in love.

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Another year gone, another year older

I stand by my brother’s side while his wife at his shoulder.

A whole family made from two torn apart.

A new life ahead…we’re all eager to start

He’s the man I wish to be...type of woman too

One day it will be me as I say to my future wife, “I love you”.
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I know who I am and I know who I’m not but life isn’t as simple as that. This is my last picture. Time swiftly passes and as one day ends, a new one begins and so does a new topic of life. Life is ruthless and without mercy. It will not hesitate to leave you in a corner, hungry, homeless, and without a family. Which way do I go? Which way is right? Do I only get one chance? What if I mess up? Why must life be so political? Why must it be so technical? Why must the only life one leads be spent slaving to barely afford to take care of your family. When is it too late to turn back? These questions form my life maze. And for now…this is where I am. This is where I’m trapped and my freedom lies only in my prison.