
Komorebi (木漏れ日) — Why I’ve stopped taking photos
Moments like these are impossible to capture in photo or video that could ever do it justice.
A thoughtful exploration of life's quiet moments and profound questions — through a lens of honest contemplation, finding beauty in the little things and the pursuit of an authentic life.
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Read 10 days ago and current, but nothing has been published for 19 months.

Moments like these are impossible to capture in photo or video that could ever do it justice.

“The mystery of life isn’t a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.”

Most start out with the frantic excitement of “oh, that’s perfect!”, only to falter and be eventually discarded with a defeated sigh and a grumble that it’s not good enough.

Yet, being tired didn’t seem like enough of a reason. Did that truly justify my week-long break that turned into months? And then, over a year?

A friend and I were late to catch our train out of Brussels. We had spent too long circling platforms in confusion. As we watched the train leave without us, our now-useless tickets mocked us...

A lovely doctor saw how acutely distressed and anxious I was. She asked, “do you want to try a distraction exercise? It was the only thing that got me through labour.” All I could do was nod.

Then I realised this habit of quantifying my progress diminished the growth found in the discarded notes, fleeting thoughts and curious observations.

Every new year used to bring visions of lofty goals and ambitions that stretched up into the skies. I realise now that I craved more because I didn’t feel like I was, or had enough.