This is the second post inspired by Sean’s #wpthu writing prompt, aka Writing Prompt Thursday, with the following piece of writing being a response to yesterday’s question: “What’s important — what really matters — to me?”
Not so long ago I’d have had a really hard time responding to such a big question. I’d feel the pressure of searching my soul for the definitive answer — after all, I thought, if I am going to do justice to the question then surely I have to know, unequivocally, what, above all else, really matters to me. And of course I’d feel trapped by the prospect of limiting myself to that one response, knowing that there are many things that matter to me — some more than others in the morning or on the weekend, others when I’m working or out walking, and yet more when I’m spending time with other people or with myself.
Yesterday (Thursday), Sean and I went to Brighton to visit the sea and, later, to meet a friend in a café. After arriving and eating ice creams, we each went off to do our own thing for a while, with Sean sitting himself down by the shore to make a video and me hanging around outside the Fishing Museum shooting Instagram pictures on my iPhone.
Anyone who knows me knows I love taking pictures, and somewhere in the midst of this I realised that being free to follow my nose and my eye — going where I am drawn, capturing the images I see — is what really matters to me. At least in that Thursday-afternoon-in-Brighton moment.
It was also confirmation that all we can ever do is respond in the moment, and that doing so doesn’t negate other possibilities from also being true. We are complex beings with myriad interests capable of a wide range of authentic responses that may, at times, appear contradictory, or limiting if viewed in isolation, but which nevertheless are wholly true.
All of the above images were shot and processed with Instagram on my iPhone 4.