Facebook is changing everything. I've been creeping facebook pictures for the past half hour, and it has caused me to feel that perhaps I have't lived quite as much as I thought. I've laboured under the believe that I've had a nice full life so far, that I've done lots of things and had adventures. Now I realize that even if I did, I don't have photos. Not that I would post them all online, but that they just don't exist. If there is no proof of anything I've done, have I really done it?
When I travel, I take pictures of my surroundings and even of those I'm with in the surroundings. When I'm home I take pictures of the things I don't want to forget. No one takes any of me. There are very few pictures of me with my friends, hardly any of my by myself, and I can only remember one ever being taken of me with a boy...
I know this feeling will pass. I know what I've done, the fun I've had, the places I've been and the people I care about. I wonder how I will pass this on. I can't show my children pictures of me with all my friends and say "that was mommy with everyone, that's where mommy used to hang out". I will have to find a new way to pass on my memories, or they will die out, and that's a sad end to a full story.
That leads me to wonder, where did it all go? Was it really so long ago I walked the salt flats? Is it possible that I haven't danced around a pool table with my best friends in 11 years? How have I gone from there to this? To getting ready for bed at 8pm on a Saturday night, because I might as well? Has TV made life look like more then it is? Do you ever wonder what all your friends are doing while you type, or look at their photos, or even while you're at the store? Do you wonder if other people are doing what you are doing??
When I travel, I take pictures of my surroundings and even of those I'm with in the surroundings. When I'm home I take pictures of the things I don't want to forget. No one takes any of me. There are very few pictures of me with my friends, hardly any of my by myself, and I can only remember one ever being taken of me with a boy...
I know this feeling will pass. I know what I've done, the fun I've had, the places I've been and the people I care about. I wonder how I will pass this on. I can't show my children pictures of me with all my friends and say "that was mommy with everyone, that's where mommy used to hang out". I will have to find a new way to pass on my memories, or they will die out, and that's a sad end to a full story.
That leads me to wonder, where did it all go? Was it really so long ago I walked the salt flats? Is it possible that I haven't danced around a pool table with my best friends in 11 years? How have I gone from there to this? To getting ready for bed at 8pm on a Saturday night, because I might as well? Has TV made life look like more then it is? Do you ever wonder what all your friends are doing while you type, or look at their photos, or even while you're at the store? Do you wonder if other people are doing what you are doing??