Hey there, I’d appreciate it a lot if you read the entire caption.
Do you see a happy human in the picture? Do you see the wide smile, and the joy in the eyes? Does this picture radiate a pleasant vibe?
-Yes? Yes? Yes?
Soak it in.
Notice how the eyes aren’t aligned properly?
And the crooked little tooth?
The grin that is a tad bit too wide?
And the surroundings, a mess of plastic furniture strewn around in a way that is not even remotely pretty?
Try looking at the picture again.
The imperfections will be jarring, this time.
You wouldn’t experience the positivity you felt in the first glance.
The human conscience is a stubborn child – once it sees imperfections, it seldom forgets them. Hold on to the fuzzy feelings, instead of trying to find the stark reality every time. It is all in the perspective with which you look at the world.
They will force you to be realistic:Be!
Just don’t let that stop you from being happy! Good vibes are everywhere, if you are willing to just consciously open your eyes to the Good!
Live in the moment.
Live the moment.
One caffiene-induced writing spree later, my instagram feed had become a lesson on self awareness and philosophy, as I posted this picture-caption duo, at four in the morning.
It was widely appreciated, the sentiments behind it, sympathized and identified with. People related to the post. There were comments and shares galore: The usual.
However, like any lesson in philosophy, this one too, was easier said than practiced. I returned from a trip to Malvan. The next day,a close friend updated her cover photo on Facebook. It was a beautiful photograph: Happy faces, the Sun and the Sand, A relaxed atmosphere, the azure ocean stretching to the horizon, and yours truly, in a semi-awkward position. I was caught on camera in the split second between taking my sunglasses out and wearing them. Without a second thought, I asked the friend in question to delete/update/change/remove the offensive photograph. In my defense, it was an awkward photograph. Keeping that lame semblance of a defense mechanism aside, it was a happy picture!
After acquiring the dual “benefits” of hurting the kid’s sentiments and spoiling the general mood of the gathering, I realized that it really did not matter! It is the sentiments and memories associated with the post that make the picture perfect, and not the way people appear in it.