The world is so full of a number of things,
I 'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
I remember these words as clearly as I remember the tattered book they were written in; the faded gray cloth binding, the pale inset drawing and the already yellowed pages. The book smelled like dust and felt like history. My mother told me she bought it used when she was a child. Although years have passed and I doubt the happiness of kings I still see the wonder of the world. I'm not sure where my interests will take me, but I am certain that as long as I can interpret the world around me through writing and photography I will be happy.