" the line in the circle "

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you should at all times make the attempt to give pause before saying something out of frustration, judgement, or anger. you may be fueling your discontent based on a single moment of ire, and it is difficult to know the long-lasting outcomes of momentary vitriol.

when you feel that white-hot heat of displeasure, welling up seating heavy and square upon your torso, of course there's nothing more relieving than unleashing it into the world as quick as possible.

but take a moment, a true moment of pause. allow this feeling to manifest, to evolve and ripen. recognize it and give it a power and a name. know it's presence is as valid as all other feelings, and deserves to exist. then with that recognition, you may make your choices.

all it takes are mere seconds and the situation changes, the day shifts into something else, the tone of your week alters, your life is now different. it is all that simple and it is all that complex.

when you make a line through a circle, it's an active choice. there is an entrance and an exit. a beginning and an end. it has always been like this, and afterwards, nothing is ever the same.

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a time spent with strangers and old friends. great deliberate attempts at conversation and understanding.

the world shrinks a little, as we make those vital social connections. laughter, recognition, camaraderie, an intimacy of newness and shared information.

we find ourselves with less and less time left on the planet, and yet with each passing day, we become closer to it all. this renewal of awe and sentimentality purely fuels the desire to be more social and make more connections.

this is the active making time to be furiously leisurely while making an acquaintance. these are the actions which lead to slowing down the pace.

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 i just want to believe, full-hearted with all of my individual fibers, that we have in each moment, the potential to make connections with others. 
 obviously is possible, but there are so many little menial things in the way, things! self-doubt, not wanting to bother people…but that in not bothering people, you deny them the pleasure of your conversation, or company, or the idea that sharing a moment or two with a complete stranger makes them not a stranger anymore. 
 i think i’m starting to believe more and more. 
 just great little snippets of lives lived, being heard, maybe being understood, meandering thoughts, putting your best foot forward, and honest and open heart, sparkles, glee, wonder, engaging the fringe of social risks. 
 i’m finding it easier to believe that people are interested in having one of those days, just as much as i am. one where we moved slightly forward in our bravery and happiness, and you were glad to have made a connection however fleeting. 
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i just want to believe, full-hearted with all of my individual fibers, that we have in each moment, the potential to make connections with others.

obviously is possible, but there are so many little menial things in the way, things! self-doubt, not wanting to bother people…but that in not bothering people, you deny them the pleasure of your conversation, or company, or the idea that sharing a moment or two with a complete stranger makes them not a stranger anymore.

i think i’m starting to believe more and more.

just great little snippets of lives lived, being heard, maybe being understood, meandering thoughts, putting your best foot forward, and honest and open heart, sparkles, glee, wonder, engaging the fringe of social risks.

i’m finding it easier to believe that people are interested in having one of those days, just as much as i am. one where we moved slightly forward in our bravery and happiness, and you were glad to have made a connection however fleeting.

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 you’ll never know what kindliness and interests lay beyond the mystery of possibility. to engage and request, to face another with honesty & genuine regard. 
 time unfurls itself and lengthens to suit the seemingly infinite space in which we wonder, and wonder if we will act upon that sense of wonder. 
 a sublime sweetness and a true graciousness, which welcomes you into that sought-out photographic situation. what will you do in that great moment, but do your best and make an image timeless? 
 how rare is it, the opportunity itself? and what an honor is each instance and occasion to prove your worth and quality? 
 (thank you for your time and graciousness  aridesu , i’ll have film for you anytime you are free and willing) 
 these are the shots i seek, and the most satisfying and fruitful. i love these opportunities, and never treat them with anything but thankfulness. 
 what did you challenge yourself to do today? 
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you’ll never know what kindliness and interests lay beyond the mystery of possibility. to engage and request, to face another with honesty & genuine regard.

time unfurls itself and lengthens to suit the seemingly infinite space in which we wonder, and wonder if we will act upon that sense of wonder.

a sublime sweetness and a true graciousness, which welcomes you into that sought-out photographic situation. what will you do in that great moment, but do your best and make an image timeless?

how rare is it, the opportunity itself? and what an honor is each instance and occasion to prove your worth and quality?

(thank you for your time and graciousness aridesu, i’ll have film for you anytime you are free and willing)

these are the shots i seek, and the most satisfying and fruitful. i love these opportunities, and never treat them with anything but thankfulness.

what did you challenge yourself to do today?

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 i wish that i didn’t have regrets. i wish that i took the photos i meant to take when i saw them, and now i’m haunted by their nonexistence. 
 i wish that i stepped forward more often, approached more of those interesting strangers more often, said something, said anything. 
 didn’t want to infringe, ruin the already anxious commute, put someone out, or make someone uncomfortable in a public space. 
 it’s such a strange fine line though. whether to engage or respect people so much that you forgo any and all interaction of any kind. but this at times may prove a mistake. 
 if not you then it’ll be some other person, and they may not be so kind, or interesting, creative, honest, or brave. they might be the reason you don’t do something about a feeling which stems from a place of appreciation. 
 by you not saying or doing anything, you’re showing yourself that there is no shared experience, save a feeling of alienation and forced bubble of privacy. you’re helping to extend the notion that we are not all in this together. 
 and we are in this together. (we are all sort of weird already, but isn’t it a comfort to know that we are all weird together? i think so, and there’s a certain poetry in that.) 
 i wish that i didn’t have regrets, and in the near future, you just might meet me out in the world being slightly bold or bashful to your face, so either way, don’t shirk, avoid, or walk on by. 
 please be in the least understanding. cause it will be a pleasure to meet you, and i can promise i’ve washed my hands. 
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i wish that i didn’t have regrets. i wish that i took the photos i meant to take when i saw them, and now i’m haunted by their nonexistence.

i wish that i stepped forward more often, approached more of those interesting strangers more often, said something, said anything.

didn’t want to infringe, ruin the already anxious commute, put someone out, or make someone uncomfortable in a public space.

it’s such a strange fine line though. whether to engage or respect people so much that you forgo any and all interaction of any kind. but this at times may prove a mistake.

if not you then it’ll be some other person, and they may not be so kind, or interesting, creative, honest, or brave. they might be the reason you don’t do something about a feeling which stems from a place of appreciation.

by you not saying or doing anything, you’re showing yourself that there is no shared experience, save a feeling of alienation and forced bubble of privacy. you’re helping to extend the notion that we are not all in this together.

and we are in this together. (we are all sort of weird already, but isn’t it a comfort to know that we are all weird together? i think so, and there’s a certain poetry in that.)

i wish that i didn’t have regrets, and in the near future, you just might meet me out in the world being slightly bold or bashful to your face, so either way, don’t shirk, avoid, or walk on by.

please be in the least understanding. cause it will be a pleasure to meet you, and i can promise i’ve washed my hands.

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