Snapshots sometimes are our way of coping with things i think, like a physical and less expensive version of erasing our memories a la eternal sunshine. i suppose that could be because we often only take pictures during the happier times in our lives, like celebrations and festivals, and so our photo albums become a collection of silent short stories featuring only one happy time to the next, and never whatever comes in-between. these are the photos that our children and grandchildren will look at years from now and envy our seemingly carefree lives. at the same time, these are the photos that WE look at ourselves now, or when something big is over and the sentimental fool in you pulls them out and looks at them.
and then u think, hey, maybe it wasn't quite so terrible after all, is it?
looking at smile after smile, funny pose after funny pose its amazing how blissful i looked, like everything was right with the world and i had all that i could ask for, right in that single snapshot. and the more i looked at them, the more happy memories came flooding back, and the more convinced i was that things weren't as terrible as we had imagined.
what a great way of forgetting the bad things in the past. unfortunately, besides photos i also have journals, and more often than not, these journals record all the bad stuff. ah well.
but there's one thing that i've noticed, tho. comparing photos from the college days and those now, friends and i definitely look a lot more jaded now, like we've woken up to what the real world is like, and we've got no choice but to be resigned to it.
i swear the day i see this look in my child's eyes, i will cry. maybe i'll keep albums of smiles for him as a kid and buy him a camera when he's older so he can erase his own bad memories when that day finally comes. :)
IF i have a kid, that is. :P
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