What is "life through a lense all about?"

This was a rant I muttered out about two weeks previous to the date of this entry, regarding my life, and that exact moment. it's a good example of me trying to understand things and put life in order, through a text-ual means.

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Define Life as a Photographer

Setting- Sitting in a 70’s degas loving flowery chair, low set arms, mid set back, and a Squishy seat to level it all out. Yellow, mostly, but in the dark tungsten light of the single swirling fan, it’s more of a olive-yellow mixed with patches of stained white. The colors reflect the evening, it’s 9:10pm specifically, but with a schedule similar to my own, it’s early evening. A subtle orange hue hums in from the streetlights, but only in the quiet dark corners of the room. Those corners acting solely to reflect the ambient noise of the outskirting city, but also to throw back the bass of the mellow but cheery music in the background. The Shins, Sea legs,

-Girl, if you're a seascape-
-I'm a listing boat, for the thing carries every hope-
-I invest in a single life-
-The choice is yours to be loved-
-Come away from it empty of... but us-

thrashed roughly together in a subtle evening’s ‘digital mixtape’ with The New Pornographers, Go Places,

-And a heart will always stay one day too long-
-Always hoping for the hot flashes to come-
-For the glue to dry on our new creation-
-Come with me, go places.-

The heat is not really noticeable, that first bit of cool fall air is starting to arrive, uninvited, from the north, and breaking into the room through the open windows. Also enjoying the last remnants of the pleasant weather, my least known roommate, lets call her Jane, is sitting quietly just far enough away to be secluded, but close enough to enjoy the music while a paper is being written, or some manner of schoolwork is removed from the to-do list.
Mood- Hopeful, in fact. It’s an interesting mood to be in, because it comes with so many preoccupations, while it still leaves so much room for development. It gives you the chance to really desire and work at a particular subject, while being generally cheerful about all other tasks at the same time. While it has it’s perks, being hopeful is also quite a downfall of sorts, in fact, it almost always means you will soon be let down. Simply because in a hopeful mood, an individual, in this case myself, will not only retain hope for his specific goal, (today, my hopefulness is directed towards a desire for specific other emotions, quite the paradox to be honest) but for any other spontaneous needs to be fulfilled. So, not only am I hoping for a particular need to be filled, but I’d also like a popsicle to magically make it’s way over from the fridge, a mind numbing, leg aching, obviously painful 23 feet 4 inches away, straight into my hand, roughly arms length from my long awaiting mouth. But, the more I think about that popsicle, the more it reminds me of the cooling night air, getting noticeably colder as I sit here, in this new place, with these new people.
Head- a bit of everywhere. From the ill-gotten cravings of a sweet icy delight, to the desired warmth of someone considerably closer then the usual friend, my mind is alight with new and exciting ideas. Being new to the town, it leaves endless possibilities. Chances to be whoever I want to be, to vanquish a past with to many people, to rid myself of memories long since pleasant, and to grow in new, unforeseen ways. The longer I spend here, the more I think of this as an opportunity to fix some of the characteristics I’m not particularly fond of, that I still find within myself. I’m looking at this more and more as a chance to, pardon the cliché, find myself. Find out who, after the 18 years of life, and the many people I’ve been, and the many more I’ve seen, exactly which person I am. The assumption is so far that I’ll end up as an interesting 3rd grade quality collage of people, some pieces considerably larger taken from a persona, and some very small parts pasted right over top. After the years I’ve spent on this planet, I’ll be able to sum up most of ‘who I am’ into a long series of clips of my life. These clips, romanticized and dramaticized to a point where they resemble the original clips only in setting, will help me to define myself as an individual.
I feel that after I’m done with this long process of clipping the film of my life, I’ll end up with a- Beautiful an interesting strip of film. With this film, this 35mm strip of life, I’ll be able to make everyday choices to large thought-investments with the greatest of ease. My life, my personality, I am determined to summarize and enhance. To remove the bad, and zoom in on the good, a photojournalist will choose what moments capture in his career to better define the world to their audience. I’ll examine myself as a world, taking out the individual defining moments to give meaning and purpose to myself.