Me: Please, Uncle Shola, take my picture Uncle Shola: *Snap*, *Snap*
Me: Let me see, let me see. This one is not fine, it's too dark, this one is not sharp. Please take another one. Uncle Shola: Move a bit to the right, that jerry can is showing.*Snap*,*Snap*
Me: Let me see, Let me see. This one is a bit far. Aww, this one is perfect, with a little editing here and there. Thank youuuuu. Uncle Shola: You are welcome.
Just like our pictures, with all the filters and editing, we want our lives to be perfect. On Social media, we create this impression of a perfect life we live in, including pictures that we tag "No Make up day", "Caught unaware" or "Accidental", Why?
Why do we awfully compete with ourselves, that we miss the little, important things?
Why do we deeply care about people's opinion, their likes, their mentions (of you)..Me inclusive, even to our detriment?
Why do we torture ourselves to create a life that becomes meaningless to us?
What is our gain, when we compare our progress with other's success and guilt trip ourselves on other's pain?
Why do we tirelessly struggle to gain the approval of one, who also seeks the approval of another?
For how long will we continue in endless banters of the wrongs people did to us?
Because, at the end, it comes to one thing, DEATH, and its proceeds. You become yesterday news. Out of Sight, Out of mind. No matter the monuments constructed in your memory, you will be forgotten.
Once you are gone, with time, no one cares, you become a memory and guess what? Memory fades!!! Then, what next?
Your all trying to be perfect comes to an end and you are at the mercy of another, at this point, O.Y.O(On your own) is the national anthem, the life you lived becomes your C.V(resume), your life line.
Or do you think life after death is a joke, stay there. Is it at the point of no return, you will begin to take life seriously? To be Continued...
