Well after a long time, it looks like I have a profile picture to be really proud of :D. He he, all thanks to facebook and watsapp or else I doubt if we would have these many profile pictures of ours.
Anyways, the photo actually got me thinking, what is really behind that smile. I mean I have seen thousands of photographs, thousands of smiles and wondered how come people seem so happy all the time. Maybe they are pretending! 😀 . Food for thought isn’t it?
I would really like to coin myself as a happy person. Always as happy as the one in this photograph appears to be. Although I know that there are some really pretty faces who can actually smile better 😀 . But I guess I will stick with my smile, atleast for the time being.
Now, back to the topic, what makes us tick, what makes us smile? I have given all those text book answers of what makes me smile –
– Unexpected kindness of a stranger
– Waking up to a beautiful sunrise
– Listening to the song I love the most
– Helping old people or serving at an NGO
My god! I feel that I am boring myself and you when I am writing these things. So let me tell you the truth, there are those small things that make me really happy – looking at a photograph of myself like this, all those emotions behind this photograph, scoring all the challenges in the new cricket game I installed, the moment a pretty girl looks at me as an acknowledgement that even I too can be looked at, if not for my looks, atleast for the smile – or maybe a funny hat on my head, I will still take it as a look and shamelessly feel good about it 😀
Point is – all along the theory has taught us to be happy only when something great happens, something noteworthy happens. The moment we look at a photograph or even our own achievements of the past, the first things that come to mind are the mistakes we have done and how we wish our lives would have been without these mistakes.
But the truth is, we are this only because of our mistakes. For once I feel a bit secure about myself on a photo cos I really know what feeling insecure means and I know how it feels to research a photograph to find a small mole or a pimple and feel bad about it. Cos it is simple, the society has taught us to appreciate perfection and yet we all love the most imperfect things in the world. Kinda hypocritical don’t you think?
Well, I think I have rambled enough and I am trying to figure out the moral of this post. Well here are a few things
– Not all people are as happy as they seem on FB. So please don’t even for a second feel insecure or bad comparing to them
– A photo is just a photo, it is more valuable for the emotions it entails than the way it looks to the external world. Having said that I won’t put up an ugly photo of mine of FB, I am narcissistic too 😛
– The smiles and what we feel about those moments go a long way as opposed to what others feel about it.
And for once, the photo is not really about others and how they perceive it, it really is about you and how you perceive.
Well! That’s my gyaan for the day, maybe for myself. But I would still love to hear what you think about this incessant rambling 😀