CROSSROADS

There comes a critical point in time where critical choices must be made and that's what I call crossroads.



At some point in our lives, we are all faced with a crossroad of some type or another... The changes in our bodies, the changes in intimate relationships, the terrifying disruptions of our status quo, the daily life-and-death dramas which gives us loss of direction, motivation, enthusiasm and self-esteem. We suddenly have our fears, our griefs, confusions, depressions, and furious rages and suddenly the realization that life is all about the choices we make. We are humans... we make mistakes... we miscalculate.

When we make bad calls, it's not simple and never easy to fix. We get hurt, we bleed, we struggle at every piercing pain and we agonize for such snap judgments made that we knew would haunt us forever. We spend all our lives worrying about future, planning for the future, predicting the future that's always changing despite of it becoming the home of our deepest fears and wildest hopes. No one knows the future and the future is never the way we imagine it to be. In the end, we face crossroads of our lives... finding the will to escape... and escaping from the situation is about making a choice.



I am currently at a crossroad and again, I have to make a critical choice. After all, when the dam bursts, what am I supposed to do? Swim, right?

I'm taking a deep breathe right now like it is my last then I'm heading to tread waters again to stay alive. Some things in life just have to be learned the hard way and evading them is counter-productive and eventually destructive. The only way to get through them is to actually go through them.

Thanks, Vincent for the perfect images for this blog.

SCARS

People have scars. We all have scars... scars in all sorts of unexpected places.



Scars are like secret road maps of our personal pasts and histories. They are the very diagrams of all our old wounds. Although our wounds heal in time, still, they leave nothing behind but a scar. Some wounds don't but with some wounds, we carry them with us everywhere... and although the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers.



What's worse... new wounds which are so horribly painful or old wounds that should have healed years ago but never did?

Maybe our old wounds teach us something. Old wounds remind us where we've been and what we've overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future.



There are just some things in life that we just have to learn over and over and over again.



There are some people though, who believes that without history, our lives amount to nothing...that at some point, we all have to choose - do we fall back on what we know or do we step forward to something new? It's really hard not to be haunted by our past... by our scars. History is what shapes us... our history is what shapes us... what guides us. Our history resurfaces time and time again and we are left to no choice but to remember that sometimes, the most important history is the history we’re making today.



Photography by: Jomi Garrucho
Thank you, Jomi for letting me post your collection here. :))