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Gallery (All)Entry 46 by sircheezeball
Living can never be summarized into a single theme or title, hence I have chosen to describe living by simply documenting certain phases of it. The first four photographs are snapshots of memorable moments as to show my appreciation for the enjoyable times and struggles in life while the last photograph serves as a gentle reminder that these snapshots are for a greater purpose- self-reflection.
Usage of a flowery, bombastic language will do no justice to my photographs as their meanings transcend that of decorative images which serve only to add specks of noise to lengthy poetries and flowery essays. Thus, the great simplicity in my writing is meant to compliment the direct and simple message embedded in each of my photographs (shown by captions). To be frank, the large imbalance between happy and sad moments in my set of photographs are not on purpose, but for the plain fact that I have more of one that the other. Yet, isn't this the way things are in life? Some born privileged naturally get to enjoy life more than others. Tsunami victims, earthquake-caused orphans and independence-hungry rioters all have one thing in common- they don't get to choose the life they want. Just like these people, the subjects in my photograph just happened to appear there at the right moment (perhaps it's the wrong moment from their perspectives) without any foresight. Personally, I guess that I am born privileged as shown by the proportion of happy:sad in my set. Furthermore, due to the nature of my CCA, Red Cross, I have seen some living examples of those living in conditions which may seem 3rd world in your eyes (mind you, this is singapore). My last photograph relates to me very closely (I hope it does so for you too) as it is a product from my constant contemplation of what's the meaning of life at the end of one's journey (yes, I do mean death). So here's my take at the meaning of life. I can't fully cover its entire length, breadth and depth for there's a limit to what I see but the uniqueness of living is exactly its personal and intimate nature. On a side note, I hope you get the irony in the 2nd and 3rd paragraphs.
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