A Receptacle for Emotions

My life has been far from perfect.
I have failed more, at far greater things, than I have succeeded at.

I really and truly have.
I’m lucky to still be alive and breathing.

But here I am, happy, content, hopeful, and wide-eyed about life.

“Life is a journey, and if you fall in love with the journey, you will be in love forever.” – Peter Hagerty

Like everyone else on the planet, I can’t help but ask myself, why I’m here?

As long as I keep clicking and ticking, I will keep asking.
I keep leaning into the sheer unknown of it all. I love being alive. And I love being in love, with life.

In the midst of this cosmic chaos, confusion, and conflict, in spite of everything, I am at peace. Peace, like a river.

This world is a beautiful mess.
Somedays it feels more messy than beautiful, while other days, like today, it feels more beautiful than messy.

“Life is messy and imperfect, but that’s what makes it so beautiful and real.” – Unknown

I was most fortunate to be born into the family I was born, with loving parents and equally lovable and loving siblings.

I have a family of my own, Shannon, Emma and Audrey, that I adore, and would give my life to and for. I love them to pieces.

I am single but, somehow, someway, experience, constantly, at every turn, more loves than most.
I am grateful.

I don’t much, anymore, care about success or money or advancement anymore. Not really.

I care mostly, sometimes only, about living the life of an artist, poet, and photographer.

“The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.” – Pablo Picasso

Someone asked me, literally, the other day, what I would be most happy, in life, doing, given the chance.

I didn’t hesitate to answer-read books on photography, write books on photography, travel, make fine art prints, and, most of all, love, anyone, anywhere, everywhere.

Hippie roots. Poet heart. Love cat.

I’m watching, from my office window, the sun setting in the West, as we continue to orbit around that sun in 365 days, 6 hours, 9 minutes.

How can you not be in love, unconditionally, with life itself.

She is beautiful.
“Love the life you live. Live the life you love.” – Bob Marley

Everything we have and experience, is a gift.
We are on borrowed time.

Yes, birth and death are the bookends of our existence but, oh, the chapters we write in between.
Be strong, positive, and buoyant. Life is good.

Think about all you have been given. Life is grand.
I love you. I don’t say it enough. I love you. I do. Live and love fully, completely, and unconditionally.



Jack Hollingsworth