The Power of a Photograph

I love taking pictures. Of people, places, and things. I think that’s why photography is exceptional. Because you capture a moment in time. Something that you’ll never get back.

I’ve always admired portraits in particular, especially of those I know so well. I think it’s because you can see a different light of someone in their lives. You seem them timid, sombre, and in a unfamiliar environment.

Photographs capture time, something that ticks and will never stop for you. This is a phenomenal invention and one that our society today has taken for granted. With social medias like Instagram, where you can share every single moment of your life, images are not as respected as they should be. It’s not an art form anymore, it’s become so much less.

My only hope in the future is that the art of photography is still a medium that takes people back in time, to a moment of pure reflection. Photographs are so powerful, where it is able to connect history to present-times, this is a feeling that I will always have. Although not many things can do that, a photograph certainly can.

Note: I don’t take any credits for any photos used in this post. 

I Don’t Want to Say Goodbye

I’m dreading having to say goodbye to my friends. This September, my friends and I are headed off to our different paths. We’re all going to get settled into our new lives, where our futures are forever changed. My friends and I are all going to be scattered around the province, and before you know it, around the world – where we are at least hours and hours away from one another.

Not only that  – but as cheesy as this sounds –  I don’t want to say goodbye to my youth and the innocence of it all. High school was blissful and so simple, to say the least. Yes, there was drama, but I made good memories, gained new friends, and learned a lot about myself along the way. Although I am excited for what university has to offer, I can’t help but think that my first day in my new school is the first day of the rest of my life where I leave so many things. There are no more excuses for petty, childish behaviour. The weight of responsibility is holding me down, and I don’t know how to get back up.

I guess I’m just sad to leave everything behind. It’s as if I’m moving forward while everything is staying behind. My bedroom, my hometown, the people I used to see everyday and will never see ever again. Friends I said “hi,” to in the hallways and met up with once in awhile are soon going to live hours away from me and are people that I will more likely than not ever say “hi,” to ever again. How weird and crazy is that.

Our paths, once collided so strongly, are now so separated that it’s hard to grasp this new reality without overthinking about everything. My only hope  is that everything ends up the way it’s meant to be and that there are still people whom I hold close and continue to connect with. Maybe not often, but enough to the point where I still consider them a friend.

Note: I don’t own any pictures used in this post. 

What If?


The unconquerable “what-if’s.” So helpless. So honest. So blunt. I think that it’s hard for all of us – at least in some point in our lives – to not look back and ask ourselves the question, “what if?” What if I stayed? What if I chose this opportunity? What if this happened instead? Would I still be the same person? Would I be better? More successful? Much happier?

I think the best answer to this unanswerable question is to live with no regrets, without so much as a glance in the past. Maybe there are some things that you wish you could’ve changed – I have many of these too –  but living with these mistakes is a part of life. Learning and growing is an aspect of life and it shouldn’t be something that we hold ourselves against for a long period of time.

Questioning the decisions we’ve made will only make it worse. We need to take a deep breath, wipe off the past, and move on. This is the hardest because it’s the one where we’re most vulnerable and at our lowest. We’ve realized the mistakes we’ve made and we know that there is no turning back. As hard is this is, it is what is right in a world that feels wrong.

I just hope that the next time I have to make a big decision I have enough confidence in myself to ensure that the decision I make feels like the right choice because that’s all that I can ever really hope for.

Note: I take no credit for the photos used in this post.