Sinem in the house
How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?
Form a tribute to January to a tribute to roads. As we are nearing the end of the bleakest month of the year, what with broken new year resolutions, post-Christmas blues intensified with extra pounds of fat and deployed pounds in the bank, I am three days away from my birthday. As I looked through last weekend's shots to find one to edit and upload, it suddenly occured to me I have a bizarre interest in photographing roads - winding, twisting, bending in the distance to a place far far away or just around the corner of my street. I found myself asking myself, 'What is this fascination with roads?'
Is it wanderlust?
Or a feline curiousity that draws me to approach any country lane, walk way, footpath to gaze into the unfathomable journey it offers before my eyes?
Is it the very knowledge that this life in itself is a journey which offers us many paths, many forks, many crossroads - with roads that are taken and those not taken.
How many roads must a man walk down? How many journey do we make in life, full of wonder, amazement, thrill or regret at not having taken another one?
Is it the need to know, to figure out where each path, each small crossing will take me and the hope that I will see into the distance, the bleak, wondrous future if I look long enough?
Do take the journey, the path life offers you and make the most of it. At each milestone, look back on the road you have travelled ad the roads you have laid aside, with the hope of taking them another day yet doubting if you'd ever come back, and give yourself a pat on the back, knwing how far you have got. Be it twenty one, or thirty, or sixty - do not waste time lingering on the side of the road trying to see what lies ahead...
The best way to find out is to travel on...
Words and photography by Sinem
'Ars longa, vita brevis.'
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