I have been writing to readers now for over 10 years, I have zero desire to be famous. However, I want piles of money, not so I can buy something, but so I can age or die gracefully or ungracefully as I wish. I am having many mixed up feelings; I have decided to introduce myself to you my readers. There were too many reasons to start putting my photo on this Travel Journal, the reasons broke the camels back, tipped the scales and now I have a desire to introduce myself.
“Hello, my name is Andy Graham, this is who I am.”
Writing is a craft, it is a devious craft, I can portray myself any way I wish, I can make myself a muscle man, I can portray myself as sinner or saint. I can build up a good story, stack the deck in my favor, and weave a tale that is meant to change your life. I know of one good reason to write, while talking to you, I changed my life, it was hard for me remain the same, every new idea made me accept change. I also know, that body language is 90 percent of a conversation and sometimes my body can explain where words fail.
Well, I am trying to take photos of myself, but I lack motivation. Taking photos is about seeing the essence of a person and somehow snapping the photo when you see it. I have been trying to learn the art of photographing people for years, I can tell you this, it is not my forte, I am a cultural photographer, not a people photographer. There in lies the dilemma, how can I take photos of myself, they all seem to turn out as if I took a photo of a 53-year-old man.
“The problem I have with old people is they forget they are old.
- Andy Graham
I was talking with my tech or coder in India on Skype.com, I needed to remind him,
“Yes, maybe I know more about doing this than you, which does not mean I can remember. Please remember you are half my age, my brain has started to misplace data.”
I think old people get off-topic; this is my daily goal when talking, writing or thinking, to keep a contiguous line of thought going.
“At twenty we worry about what others think of us; at forty we don't care about what others think of us; at sixty we discover they haven't been thinking about us at all.”
-- Author Unknown
I am grateful in the first year of my sobriety, some 22 years ago; I accepted that people do not think about me, they think about themselves. I am 100 percent positive, many of you did not read the last line of the post.