I’ve got an exam in a few hours, so I naturally decided to Google image the phrase, “mongolia the squeaky robot,” to be taken back to one of the best places in the entire world.
What resulted in 0.16 seconds is what you see above. All of these photos are mine and they’re all on this blog. Not only is their arrangement delightfully random, but many of them have nothing in particular to do with Mongolia. Their only commonalities are that they are things, moments, people, and places that exist or have existed on the same earth at one point in time, and I’m the one who captured them.
These pictures represent the past two years of my life. They have been difficult and volatile years, but, as you can plainly see, also beautiful and largely happy.
Some of these tiny pictures make me sad because I miss the people in them. Most of them make me nostalgic for another place and time. But the bigger picture is the only frame that matters. Because when you step back, gaze upon it all with the collective wisdoms these moments gave you, and realize how truly temporary and amazing everything is, it’s difficult to be unhappy. What follows is immense gratitude that life achieves the colors it does.
I’ll try my best on this exam, but there are places to be seen, people to laugh with, and adventures to be had, so I’m not going to worry about it. And I’m certainly not going to care when I finish scribbling some words on a piece of paper and submit them for critique. It’s only a piece of paper.