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I couldn't think of a title that didn't sound cheesy or overplayed, so I went with [untitled]; however, now that I'm looking at it...it's probably exactly that.
I'm drugged up on sleep-aids, allergy medication, and cold relief, so you might have to bear with me on this post. I'm really sick, or dramatic... I haven't decided yet.

But I digress...

Tonight I was looking through old photographs. Ex-roommate's birthday parties, concerts with close friends, and roadtrips to the middle of nowhere. From "Prom '08" to my first year in college. From the Chicago Field trip to my sister's wedding. I went through them all, and here is what I've decided: I may have had falling out's with people, I may have lost touch with others, and I may have jumped straight to the dramatics, but...

I couldn't think of any of the bad times. I could only think of the laughter, the jokes, the sarcasm, and the fun. I rarely think of the bad times in Texas anymore. It doesn't make me want to move back there or relive every single moment of my memories (God know that I couldn't survive that), but I do look back with fondness now. No more hatred, no more guilt, and no more regret. They happened.

After I came to that conclusion, I moved on to another. I am thankful for those pictures. No matter how much I may have hated that person in that photograph...at that exact moment...we were happy. No matter how long it's been since I've seen them, we captured it. I think that is why I love taking pictures (even though I'm not very good at it). It doesn't matter what the picture is of, it has captured a moment that we can never relive. It's comforting and nostalgic and fulfilling.

"Photograph each day, so that we may live forever..." -Juliet Simms