this is purely a minimalist image, a metaphor of a singularity contrasting within a modern world of so much busy noise...this is indicative of an old soul, crying for simplicity while being caught up in a whirlwind of bustle...but this old soul does not care about being passed over by the rushing current, as long as he can be left alone, to just be and pursue his meaning of life...
this solitary boulder is an old soul, his shell is weathered and cracked, he spends his days alone, but he is not lonely for he has the sun to warm him all day, and the stars to accompany him all night, and the waves are forever wrapping around him, blanketing him and caressing him with their endless motion...the boulder has his faith that they will always be there for him, even as he tends to do his own thing and discover his purpose in this world...
i think he is at his best when there is no one around but his sun, or the stars, and his waves...he is happiest with this small group he has chosen, as they have chose him, they trust each other and have faith in the higher love of things...it is when those awful crowds of tourists come invading his home by the sea to walk all over him, just to take his picture, and then walk all over him, use him only to get what they want, and they try to deface him, or chip a piece of his magic off, he is truly lonely in the crowd, lost from his true purpose, which is to just be, and amaze...not amuse, all those tourists who want their selfie standing atop him in his home by the sea...so amidst the crowds, he longs to be alone with only his chosen few in his world....
i am excited to be returning to this location in mid-february, to honor and respect this old soul again as best i can, when i visit the south island of new zealand again for a couple weeks
"old souls need extensive “me” time. they need a lot of alone time, not because they hate or don’t need people, but because there is a sacred sanctuary found in the stillness of their own company that can be found nowhere else...a good portion of old souls are also introverts, so being out in a crowd of people can fill them with anxiety and dread....this isn’t a matter of being antisocial, for old souls time has an entirely different meaning to them and confining them into activities and into doing things they don’t want to do is torment to them. they see any waste of their precious minutes as a crime....however this can lead to a lot of loneliness for the old soul. even though they crave a lot of solitary time, when they finally pop their head up, they wonder where everyone went. this can lead to a spiral of being misunderstood, becoming more unseen, and further take them into being in their own heads. old souls keep a small and intimate group that they are closest too even though they are generally pleasant to most people. they need to keep up with relationships and make sure they don’t become disconnected as it can be too easy for them to wander off in pursuit of thoughts and ideas and leave friends behind." ― c. ara campbell, are you an old soul?
"i do not want to be noticed, or rich, or popular, or even be with the in-crowd...so i do not need my photography to be understood or admired, i just want it to be felt..." ― bodhinku, my photography