camalot

That's me holding the shovel, and that's him in the shallow grave.

Not sure which image I like better...maybe this one.

I didn't actually bury anyone out there...what kind of whako do you take me for? The photo is something that I've been constructing in my head for months. It started when I realised that all the crap in my life over the last 6 months has changed me. For better or for worse doesn't matter. What matters is what I do with it and how I carry on with my future. For starters I needed closure...I needed to let go of the man I used to be. So, I burried him. In a shallow grave out in the bush. That's what he would have wanted

This is symbolic of my growth from my experience. I can't mourn the past any longer. I must get on with life. I firmly believe that to grow, one has to let go of the past, embrace and accept the present and acknowledge the changes they have experienced and how those changes have affected them. To borrow a line from my fav film of all time, The Shawshank Redemption, "You either get busy livin', or get busy dyin'."

The funny thing is, I was so paranoid of being spotted digging a shallow grave that it took me way longer than it should have. How do you explain to a cop that your digging a grave to bury the man you used to be?

I hope no one thinks me odd now.