“Every single little thing we do is life. Every single little thing we say or think we will do is the slow murder of life.”
I scribbled this thought down last night as I was looking over the beautiful Lake Constance in southern Germany. It made me think of all the moments that are strung together that make up our lives. Today I grabbed some of the few photos I had with me – photos of half-forgotten, even careless, seemingly unimportant glimpses of life… that are actually exactly what life is made up of – and threw them together into this quick video.
Saudade is defined as:
a deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for something or someone that one was fond of and which is lost. It often carries a fatalist tone and a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might really never return.
The mood seems to fit perfectly.