According to EXIF data, this photo was taken on July 25, 2006, at 8:24pm, exactly five years to this day. It was during a portraiture session with Robin, my little sister, who was then sixteen years old, then still in high school, and then still my “little” sister. I was honing my image-capturing skills in a controlled studio environment while she was honing her own image in a studio of her own crafts. After running the photos through post-processing lab, I remember thinking to myself: “My goodness, she’s not a little girl anymore.”
According to the EXIF data, this photograph was taken on April 10, 2004, at 2:38pm. It was Easter, and I had just gotten my very first SLR a couple weeks prior.
Contrary to popular belief, life is not short. In reality, life is relatively lengthy. Humans are listed among the top-ranked species in the world in regards to longevity and life expectancy. Here in the United States alone (as of 2009), we are estimated to live around 78.7 years old, a constantly growing figure that is at least within the top five percentile of life expectancy statistics among different species (not including trees who live for hundreds of years doing absolutely nothing). In that, reasoning that “life is short” is erroneous and is not a sound premise for stressing the urgency of living a life fulfilled. By no means, however, am I arguing against finding your own existential vindication. On the contrary; vindicate yourself! Pull your resources, find your happiness, and carpe the shit out of that diem to the fullest if you feel so inclined. I’m just saying—if you need a break, then take it. You got more time to spare than some other species on this planet have to live. The Mayfly, for instance, is born and deceased in as little as 24 hours time. This little bugger has every reason to spend his one and only day flying high. So go ahead and take your shoes off, sit right down, and kick your feet up. You’re gonna be here for a while.