How Has Photography Inspired Me

I’m sure many of us have our times where we searched aimlessly, always wondering what our God-given talents are. I’m sure many of us are unlike those rare few who have that hidden potential to play musical instruments, sing, dance or play sports.

Well, I was a drifting soul. Drifting from hobby to hobby. First I liked basketball and I wanted to be an NBA superstar (ridiculous as it might sound). Then I liked to mix songs, but I’m never musically inclined so it all came out messy. Then I tried dressing up (still do) and it was fun but it is still lacking something. I don’t really know how to explain it but then I found photography, both in nature and in fashion, and I know this is my talent.

Why do I love photography more than any other? It is not because I’m superb at it; in fact, I still have my flaws. I still have much to learn. But that feeling of satisfaction when capturing a great photo is great, that satisfaction makes me happy.

Then you begin to appreciate the beauty and splendour the world has to offer. Even the tiniest detail could be made into something so spectacular that it is a marvel to the eye. Seeing how nature works in its spectacular ways is truly amazing.

If you’re down and out, just take a camera or an iphone and go take a walk about in a garden. Slowly embrace the wind blowing through your hair and hear the birds chirp. Once you see a flower in full bloom, stop and snap. I went on a nature walk with my church group once and I must say everyone was awed by the wildlife.

I leave you writers with a picture I took a few days back. Never planned for the shot – it was just a sudden inspiration.


Who Am I

I am me, nobody is the same as me
I have my talents
I have my flaws
I have my beliefs
I have my doubts
I have my friends
I have my foes
I am somebody, not a nobody
I am unique, just the way I am
Created in the image of God
To be Christ-like I shall strive
I am not perfect
Neither is any
I have my faults
Some that I am aware of
Others I might not
I am a human
Not yet a saint
I have my strays, but yet I found my way


Sometimes, I wonder
Out of all the rush
Where is my God?
Where is he?
At times he does not seem to answer
And I feel so lost
Many times in parts of my life
I have doubted
But hope
That hope
Is a stubborn emotion
Not a wishful thinking- that carries me forward
To know that tomorrow will be a better day

People judge me on my past
My past haunts me at times
What a rebel
What a devil
In change I believe
It is the only thing that is constant
A progress of change is where I am at
2 steps forward, not looking back
Yesterday was history
Tomorrow is a mystery
In hope all things are possible
Spirit over mind
Soul over heart

Friends? What are they?
Some are true, others are not
Choose them wisely
For at the end of the day
You will suffer
I realised who my true friends are
In times of need, they will always be there
They leave you not behind
They believe in what you are
For they see things in you
You as a person cannot see
True friends remain
And we all have a true friend
In common
Through a bond
In church
In Jesus