As with finding the answer to that riddle, every one of us will have a different viewpoint from which we look at life, trying to figure out the answers. Inevitably we’ll all come up with an answer, but who is right and who is wrong?
I doubt anyone would be able to say for sure, and many would agree or disagree with whoever had given a final answer.
I am a traveller, a seeker of truth. My journey covers a number of topics that strike at the core of my heart.
I love humanity, and despise it simultaneously.
I am a third generation child. I am a feminist, an egalitarian. I am emotion and thought, feeling and action.
I am a stoner, a hard worker, a dreamer and a muse.
I am a photographer and writer, a poet and philosopher.
I am forever adaptable, because being any other way may break me.
I believe in respect and integrity for all life on this planet. I respect death as part of life, and understand it is necessary for new growth.
Everything goes round in circles.
I believe everyone has potential, if you take the time for them, and you make the time to listen. I believe time is the most precious gift each of us can give.
I am a student and a teacher. I learn from others, and in-so-doing, inspire others after me.
On this one year anniversary of my creating this blog, I look back over the last year and see what sort of person I am, and what image is perhaps projected to those who read this blog.
I feel that I understand myself better – I am everything I want to be, and so much more that I never realised before.
Moreover, I want to inspire people to step out of their comfort zones. I want people to question, not only my somewhat LOUD musings.
If my words and images can somehow help someone in their time of need, then let that be the sole purpose of this blog.
This blog is all about The Sound of One Hand Clapping – all the topics included herewith are all presented FROM MY POINT OF VIEW. Each of you may have a different perspective, but that’s what makes blogging with followers so great – they can question you, and you in turn can question yourself.
At the end of the day I know I need to write, and I’d like to write not only for all those people out there who have seen my rough scribbles over the years and encouraged me to look at publishing my work, but mainly just for myself – a record of how exciting, interesting and rewarding life is.
So, here’s to my parents, my three sisters, and all those other beautiful people out there who keep teaching me something new – about myself, about the world – every day.