This is the first journal entry I've ever written. Now I must say I am terrible at writing and secondly I wish it was on a happier note. Today I learned a close friend of mine died in a car crash. In this journal entry I'd like to express personal feelings as a sort of commemoration to my friend. In a partly if not wholly poetic piece.
They say we can't be held responsible for the men or women the people we know turn into. That our changes in life are very much
like how water erodes away stone. That words and actions are like waves lapping at the banks of our subconscious steadily changing who we are.
Now water may in a sense erode who we are as individuals but that's not to imply the effects of erosion are wholly negative. Actually I would say erosion caused by those around us is a very positive thing. For if water did not harden and smooth stone would half the things I take photos of wouldn't be as beautiful as they are now.
If water did not chip and cut into the people we knew and know would they be as lovable as detestable as wonderful as strange and unmistakably unique as they are now? In the later years of life, tides recede and change stops. We may only expose ourselves to the sea of life for so long, before its familiar touch leaves our banks.
Dedicated to my friend
May he rest in peace