Maybe I want to write about how I feel. Share the enthusiasm that I’ve found tinkering with my camera for the past few months. How I think I’ve improved the sharpness of images out of the box. Still trying to eke out that very last bit of performance from it. You can reason out why things work and why they don’t. However, all is still subjective to perspectives, how you should capture the moment.

Perhaps I want to write about etiquette. What is socially acceptable? I envy people at times, for the things they dare to do, and allowing themselves to do it. It’s either through financial freedom or having a confidence so rock solid it seems impregnable to any kind of intolerance or unacceptance. However, all is still subjective to idealogy, which avenues of life you want to pursue.

Or it could be I’m just lost for words. There is the anxiety that goes with so many unsaid words in thoughts and ideas. I don’t know if it’s just emptiness or a lack of purpose. There is a reason for ego, which is instinctively meant for self preservation. Whether you survive on social acceptance, or just wanting to fufill your personal needs and whims, it’s all the fuel we need for driving us on. However, all is still subjective to personality and character. Life may or may not be about the choices we have and choose to make.

Heh, the above makes sense, in a contorted, wry sort of way.