Perhaps I’m more of an empath than most. I can see things. I feel the things others don’t. It makes me a better photographer. Capturing souls is what I do. Without soul, it’s not art. It’s a picture.
I saw the forced smile.
There was a smile but not joy.
In her eyes, I see her sadness.
In her jaw, I see her pain.
In her soul, I see her loneliness.
It hurts to feel again.
As I work to bring feeling back into my life, I realize that I will need to endure the pain I see in others and I cannot fix everyone. Sometimes they are content in mediocrity. Perhaps starting anew is more difficult than hanging onto something that is just passable. I keep telling myself it’s none of my business. It’s not my place to fix them. It’s not my decision to stay.