I wake up to find our world in a whirlpool.
Sad news after sad news.
It’s so easy to get trapped in the gloom.
Why am I here in this world?
Why do we try to live?
Natural instinct? Maybe it is. But life’s a bit too long for just that.
Asking myself those ordinary yet universal questions, over and over again,
I began to travel. Far, far away.
In an unknown land, whose words I don’t understand,
I lurk in the alleys, try to lose myself.
And I click my shutter, like an insect attracted to light, enchanted, wandered.
I found in those photos, the light that embraces our world.
And the momentary fragile world of ours, living under that light.
Right now, somewhere in this world, a morning has come, the start of a new day under the sun.
Right now, somewhere in this world, a loving, beautiful moment is born.
I treasured those loving, momentary world made by light. I began to collect them.
Where ever I go, whenever I go, those loving moments were still there.
And when I gaze at those treasures, collected under so many different lights,
I could feel - “All right”.