Photograph

 I realised something when I post a photograph on my social media, today. Several people gave it likes. The number of people was more than the usual. How so?

The picture was the answer. It was not very good from a photography perspective, but the object was quite majestic. And, it was one of few good photos I took in that location. 

In short, I chose one of the best picture. It was chosen from tons of shots I took. Those good shots were only one-tenth of the total. What about the rest? A real mess.

So what's the point?

My point was people always like something at the peak point. If I were to release a less beautiful photo, the likes wouldn't skyrocket that much.

The same thing happened with life: we, people, love it when it looks good. Either from the perspective of the society or ourselves. Everybody loves an amazing result, a success story, and so on. But how many also loves the failures, the bleeding work that didn't bear fruit? Those failures story that stayed a failure, not a successful ones. Like those messy, blurry, noisy pictures I took. Well, I don't even like them and I was the one who created them.

"Everyone loves a highlight reel but not the behind-the-scenes."

(It actually is 'don't compare your behind-the-scenes with someone else's highlight reel')

That was the blinds of life (pun intended, LOL), I suppose.

But there was another 'blind spot' I realised later.

In fact, I don't think that particular picture was beautiful. It was cropped, kinda blurry, and I couldn't put my finger on its light adjustment. I just thought, "I want to post a landscape pic today and this is just a story so it will disappear in 24h and won't 'dirty' my feed so let's get on with it."

I considered the picture was rather ... unsatisfactory.

The boom was that people actually liked it. Me? Not so much.

Maybe I took it too far by saying this and it shouldn't be this deep, but: sometimes what we think as bad thing or not a standard might be actually good than what we think of them. Perhaps we were just too perfectionist. Maybe we were just too hard on ourselves. Selling ourselves short. I don't know.

Maybe?