I find myself craving for faces today. The emotions, the feelings, the figure, the poster, the moment. It's like a drug. The catch light, the smirk at corner of his mouth, the soft smile on her lips, the fringes, nothing can compare to the feeling of capturing those moments on a photo.

Anyway, been talking about life with a few people lately. One of them nearly made me decide to move out of my position as an observer. I took a tiny step forward but nothing happened so I moved back to where I was. But with what I saw, I can never be a true observer again. "If you don't jump, how would you know that you can fly?" I jumped. I didn't fall or fly. I just float there. It's ok, I'll be even more active soon. An active observer... Seems like an interesting idea.

I also began to realize my role as an observer. To capture beauty and through this beauty, somehow empower others. It's needs skill and talent, which will probably take years for me to accumulate. But at least now I know where I want to go as a photographer. It's time to move!