The Process of Remembering: a photoblog by andrew huth

“Irrepressible”

No, it’s not because I’m oblivious or don’t care what’s ahead of me.  Quite the contrary!  I perhaps care too deeply about a great many things.  Maybe it’s because I’m lazy or because I have a slightly unnatural curve to my spine (my body’s way of punishing me for me having punished it for years with horrible posture) or because I always worry that I’m not on solid ground.  Maybe it’s because I lack confidence or because I’m a closet introvert.  Whatever the reason I often find that I tend to walk with my head down, particularly when I do it alone.  Some have said that I think too much about the process of living or if they are not feeling particularly generous, label me as a worry wort.  I suppose there is some truth to that.  The greater truth however is that I’m an optimist, sentimentalist, romantic, hopeful, the glass is a half full guy, what have you—-it’s all true.

It’s not that I’m naive about the darkness of our world—yeah, you know, the kind of darkness that causes people to trample to death a retail store worker the day after Thanksgiving, of all days, in search of one more thing to consume at the low, low price of $49.95.  It’s just that I also believe that there are people out there who, having read about said event and because of it, will commit to never being a part of such madness ever again.  Instead perhaps they will spend next Thanksgiving and (if I can be so bold to hope) all the days in-between giving rather than taking, mending instead of breaking, lending a helping hand up instead of stomping in destruction.  Wherever on this planet you call home there is no place that the sun does not kiss.  As it is with this small weed pushing past the ugly concrete block that life often can be, it fights to survive, it fights to live.

I’m hopeful about me.

I’m hopeful about you too.