Soft spot for 18% Grey

Some of my favorite beasties are 18% grey. Does that make me too into photography?

Inspiration

Find it, reaching upwards.

Coming now into this new place, this new life, startlingly brings to focus the vastness and infinite nature of living. This void is empty, like each way that I look, I have no options, but yet I have all options at once. I am the center point, from which I can walk in any direction, yet there are so few directions that I want to start stepping towards.

And I hate the feeling of being pushed. Go this way, do that thing. But how is there a way to exist in this world without it? There are no gentle mentors for me. I don't know how to seek them out, how to find them. My role models are lofty and far off, dreams of the unattainable. Seeding in me now are only sneers at the inequality of the world. Its like I've reached that point of knowing too much, with no direction on how to employ that knowledge.

Its human nature to need something to cling to. What if I had just kept on clinging to the creeds of my childhood? Would I be happier now? What have I really learned in all this time? I've filed away all these things, but nothing useful. I might have attained the few goals I had through sheer inertia. A snowball of a human being, absorbing things into my cold shell before crash landing at some far away basin.