If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, did it really fall? If you don’t take a picture and post it, were you ever really there?
Social media is a blessing and a curse for me. It has become my source for getting inspired and a way for me to share my experiences with like-minded people. But it has also become my source for getting jealous and a way for me to feel like I’m not doing enough in my life. I’ve tried ignoring social media (especially Instagram), but as the feelings of envy dwindled, so too did my urge to get out and take photos and experience the world.
Why is this? Why do we let the outside world dictate the quality of our experiences? Shouldn’t our own feelings be enough? Shouldn’t we be the final judge when it comes to the value of our own life? Our feelings and ourselves should be enough, THEY ARE ENOUGH, but sometimes it doesn’t feel that way. At least for me anyways.
Those two words (and all of their synonyms) have a habit of making my life a living hell
sometimes a lot of the time. In the blink of an eye, they can turn a perfectly happy day into an unhappy one; a success into a failure. All it takes is one quick look at someone else’s Instagram to make me feel like I’m not “living my best life.” Everyone always says that the little squares on Instagram are just the highlights of a person’s life (WHICH IS TOTALLY ACCURATE), but it’s easier to hear it than it is to believe it.
But I need to believe it.
I need to believe it because it’s the truth. Think back to the days when people didn’t have technology to community with one another. Artists, scientists, explores, teachers. Before technology, how did they share their work? Well, maybe they didn’t (okay they probably did but you get what I mean). Sometimes their work didn’t even become famous until after they died. Which begs the question, why’d they do it? If no one was there to see their work or even appreciate it, why do it?
Because they believed in themselves.
That’s what I need to do. I need to believe that my life is a good life, and that I’m on my way towards making it even greater. I need to be inspired and motivated by my own life, and do things for me rather than for an audience. I need to stop comparing myself to others and only compare myself to where I was, where I am, and where I want to be going. If there’s something I’m not happy about, then I should try to change it. But I can’t let the digital world fool me into thinking I’m not happy.
So who cares if no one hears the tree fall. Who cares if no one sees my photographs. If I take a picture, I should be taking it for me. If I do something, I should be doing it because I want to. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.