In March, the Sakura trees blossom as scheduled, on time, never absent. Each year, uneasy but eager, I grab my camera to shoot. I am so afraid that I will end up taking the same photo every year. Worried that I haven’ t changed a thing this whole past year, fearful that I’ m getting too comfortable, afraid that I’ m drowning in the inconsequential details of life, no fight, no self-examination. I struggled with insecurity until I realized the only way to be at peace is to kee