“Then one day you look in the rearview mirror of your existence and realize that you can see clear down the hill-less and curveless and bridgeless road of your life, straight to the maternity ward where you were born. And then you go to college. Where your bland past meekly follows, sluggishly scraping its feet on the floor.” I Was Told There’d Be Cake by Sloane Crosley.
My life has been an amazing mess the last couple of weeks. I’ve been roaming trough Europe, hopping six countries to tell new stories, celebrating my 29th birthday on a wedding in Lastovo, meeting smiling faces, drinking countless glasses of red wine, exploring myself and changing the way I see the world…again. By traveling you get to know who you really are, and what it is that you are really missing.
I’ve got to know that great people come into my life trough my work. Most of them became my friends, and now we share happiness and sorrow together. Trough life you learn that one falls down only to learn how to get up again. Friends are there to help you get on your feet. There is a friend better than any, the one you share your bed with. Seven years ago, before I became a photographer there was an office desk in front of me for most of my days. During these times she came into my life and turned it upside down. She’s sleeping in my bed now while my fingers are nervously jumping trough the keyboard keys. I’m the wealthiest man in the world. On the other side of this planet Forbes magazine doesn’t even know I exist. Who cares?
My life will leave a mark in this world. Looking back in the rearview mirror of my existence I’ll see bumpy roads, one hell of a curves, bridges I built and those I teared apart. All along the way there will be stories. The ones I was destined to tell. Showing happy faces and true joy of living. When your kids see how we lived our lives, theirs will change. My life changed since I started writing this post. Yours too if you’ve made it by this line.
Life changes fast. Life changes in an instant. You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends. The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion.
I’ll leave you with a photo that was taken on one of our latest endeavours in Cinque terre, Italy. It turns out you can’t be good behind and in front of the camera…