The Eye and the Mind

He sat at the keyboard, listless. He'd been trying to write. Again. It'd been a while since he was able to put his thoughts down. It wasn't so much that there was nothing to say. There was just a confusion of thoughts, swarming around each fighting with the other to be allowed to escape. In the chaos, the door remained closed, and the swarming ideas kept at each other. Lately, he'd been having quite a roller-coaster of a ride. There had been crests and troughs, sweeping in and out with the regularity of the tides. But that's all part of the normal flow of things. He looked at his screen. Nothing.

Frustrated, he got up, and decided to get some fresh air. Hopefully that would clear his mind, and something worth writing would come out. Just as he left, he stopped to pick up something that had now become an integral part of life. He slung the backpack on his shoulder, and went to relish in the world.

"There's so much beauty in the world."

It takes going out and looking to finally see it. With his new passion, he would go out often, sometimes alone, sometimes with company. There were always new places to see, new things to see being done. There was a new drive, to look at things in ways that most people would think crazy. He would contort his body just for that perfect angle. He felt it was worth it. Some people laughed, but many grew to understand. A few even began to appreciate - if not the process, then definitely the end result. Slowly, it consumed him. He had a new hobby, one that he really enjoyed.

The city consumed him. On any given day there were so many options. So many new things. Some would last for days, some would be gone in the blink of an eye. The vista near his home gave him plenty of practice. He seemed to be able to like the night. The calm and the darkness that shrouds the world, can be easily exposed if you wait long enough. Sometimes it just shows you how pacific things can be.

He set himself goals. He wanted to stretch himself beyond the colors and the madness that is the metropolis around him. There was always so much to learn. He used to capture the many moods of the people around him, but one day that desire stopped completely. It is returning now. Slowly. This time as a challenge, rather than a documentary. It's not only expressions that seem to drive him, but actions too. If he's lucky he might even catch a ladybug in action.

He sat at the keyboard. Relaxed. He'd just been out with his camera. Again.