It Costs Too Much To Care

I no longer have the energy to care about certain things. It’s just too taxing and it leaves me exhausted. I am not the type to sit idly by while you traipse off on this head-on collision with disappointment and regret. If you want someone who won’t say anything then go talk to one of your so called friends that won’t say anything. Oh, and the reason they never say anything? They don’t give a shit if you head off an endless journey into self-destruction.

Excuse me while I take a break from your reality and actually act selfish for once.

Changes

For those who don’t know, this photo is of my dad. We were coming back from my Aunt (his sister) and my Uncle’s 50th wedding anniversary.

My father was never one who liked having his picture taken. And he used to complain about it although he always had a smile on his face.

We were in the car coming back when I fired off a quick shot on my camera. I was pleasantly surprised to find the photo turned out. I’m quite fond of this picture because it captures a side of my dad that not everyone got to see. Quiet, introspective, and thoughtful. The fact that he has a cigarette in his hand is of course, mandatory.

My only request for photos to be included in the video montage was this photo. My family agreed and so this was the final shot. Looking into the light that called him home 6 months ago.

The quote is from one of my favourite poems, and one he read all the time to my sisters and I when we were children. I know this poem off by heart, as well as Gunga Din.

Dad, I love you.