#parkseries

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Lately I’ve been caught in my emotions. They often get the best of me. 

But steady and cautious, I make sure they go unnoticed.

This post is part of a photo-journal project called Park Series

A lot has changed in 3 years.

I wish you never left.

But I am assured that you are always with me,

This post is part of a photo-journal project called Park Series

The bike path is probably my favourite part of the park near my home. I usually use that path to think and most of the time, overthink lol.

But my train of thought was abruptly stopped by a yelling toddler.

“Leave me alone!”

Fatigued, the parents watched their boy run down the path as he was grunting to himself. Seemed like it was time to go home, but the boy wasn’t ready.

He ran far down the path but looked back to realize that he was way too far. He looked around, but he was alone and he no longer recognized his surroundings.

This year, I ran a bit too far. Figuratively, of course.

This year, I pushed a lot of people away.. I told a lot of people to leave me alone.

But I guess it’s time to run back now, huh 

This post is part of a photo-journal project called Park Series

I stepped out of the playground and walked towards the baseball field. Spectators were on their feet as the players came out of the field and it seemed like I missed a pretty good game. As I lifted my camera to capture a glorious moment, I heard:

“Dude, one day.”

Two young boys on their bikes watched the crowd celebrate. After a few sighs and glances back at the field they biked off in laughter.

After witnessing that dramatic reflection, it made me realized how much hope they still had in their potential dreams. 

Three words.

Three simple words.

Three reassuring words.

There’s always something refreshing about encountering young people. They always seem to put complicated situations into simpler terms. Which is funny, because it’s usually the other way around. 

Today, as funny as it may seem, these kids reminded me to have hope. Whatever tiny bit of hope thats still in you, hold on to it and let it lead you.

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Today I went for a stroll to our neighbourhood park. I’m not too sure what got me to leave the house today, especially with the excruciating heat, but I did with nothing but my camera, cellphone and water bottle. 

I have a tendency to just walk out with my camera and just capture whatever seems pleasing to me. Unimpressed and uninspired, I decided to just walk around. Since I left my earphones at home, I was more aware of my surroundings, especially since it was particularly crowded today.

“Right now, just focus on what’s in front of you!”

This is what a mother told her child as she was teaching her how to conquer the monkey bars. The child was so eager to reach the end that she would skip bars to get to the other end as fast as possible. But she fell every single time after failing to catch a grip on the few first bars.

“Right now, just focus on what’s in front of you!”

Oh how timely.

Lately, I’ve been setting way too many goals for myself. Long-term, short-term. 

And I just want to get there. I feel so rushed and stressed and just like that little girl, I fall constantly on my way there. I seem to constantly forget that there is a process. There’s always a process.

Maybe because the process makes it real?

I don’t know.

But I do know that I have a goal and right now, I need to focus on what’s in front of me to get there.