Slumps

"Don't take it for granted," they say.

It's a line often heard, and seldom heeded. In true caricatural embodiment of a tired cliché, the story starts as most do: with the initial encounter. A moment of uncertainty, tinged with apprehension. The daunting prospect of initiating something meaningful, of creating a connection. Questions abound: What if it doesn't work? What if we aren't compatible? What if I lose interest? What if?

In time, if compatiblity takes hold, one learns much about the other. A comfortable partnership emerges, where interest is the mainstay of the union. Constant curiosity drives this mutually enlightening stretch, where every day new aspects of the partner's are garnered, small quirks are discovered. Appreciation is at its apogee, and thoughts constantly circle around this newfound pursuit, and the potential of this relationship seems infinite.

Eventually, that most fiery of sparks dims, and the glow fades. Less time is spent with each other, and thoughts no longer center around that alliance which has lost its shine and novelty. Things have come to a standstill, where anything could tip the scales to either direction. One grows accustomed to the presence, though not always immediate, of the other. The knowledge that they are there and easily within reach is enough. The relationship becomes one of convenience, of ease.

Suddenly, one is ripped away from the other. Tragedy strikes, accidents befall or irremediable differences surface. And it is gone.

Goodbye, my dSLR.