Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
We can choose to live in fear and hate and ultimately despair or we can choose to live in love and hope and ultimately peace.
I believe that we have the opportunity everyday to be a light in the world. We can "be a rainbow in someone's cloud" if we so choose. We need not be wealthy to be of service to others. We can lift others with our words and actions and no act of kindness is too small.
It is my intention to use my life to be a light in the world. It is also my hope to help others see their own light, to hold the mirror that shows their beauty and the best parts of themselves. This is the joy of being a photographer.