Stranded

Somewhere some people believe that the click of a camera takes away a bit of the soul of the photographed. I wonder, what if the soul is infinite and can afford a bit of it being taken away? After all, some photographs add soul to the viewers' lives. This way, the photographed remains immortal - passing on the same bit of soul to multitudes.

The man behind this camera thinks he captured a pretty face with a mock thoughtful expression. Is this person mocking just the man behind this camera? Or what this lens represents? Our collective souls gazing at a pretty face. Is he sharing some of his soul with us? Does it mean he has any lesser amount of soul because of this? All this is a moot point unless he has something he can give my soul, a something I am willing to take. I believe he has something I want. However, in the very act of taking a bit of his soul my soul has met his. Probably, by simply gazing at his pretty face we have exchanged a small piece of our souls, which has made us entangled and endless. Then what's wrong with being photographed and losing a bit of one's soul when it's being enriched with a tiny portion of another's? Is it wrong to seek change, to contribute without first thinking about tangible returns..is it wrong to grow?

The problem is that we've trained even our souls to withhold itself. We want to be lone islands - loveless, insensitive and dull. Like this post, we have created confusion, noise and drama just so we can leave the recesses of our soul inaccessible. The owner has now become the owned. Maybe this man is mocking us for that.