Lessons from Losing

I lost 4 years worth of photographs. I’m still trying to find a way to bring them back to their original state but for now, all I have are fragmented versions.

I don’t know why I never got to share these but seeing them now, in this way, seems like I’m looking at them straight from my memory. I think about why I never looked at them after taking them and why they value so much only now, after I’ve lost them.

I remember all of them, when, how and why they were taken. I remember the unfamiliar places,  the experiences I am mighty proud of, the great fun shared with friends and even moments I wish there were no photographs of.

 I’m still learning to live in the moment; to say the words because they want to be said and to show what I feel because they want to be seen. Almost all of the photographs are gone now. The only ones I have are the ones I’ve shared. In the end the only things we get to keep are the ones we give away.