The Wholesomeness of Our Lives on Instagram

We’re at dinner but nobody has eaten yet. Instead, our phones are the ones that get first taste — but that’s just how it is: we live vicariously through Instagram more than we do our own lives.

When people ask us how we’ve been, it’s always the same old, same old; but on Instagram, that same old somehow translates into the most exciting moments: Omg, this is the best burger I’ve ever eaten! #hastagburgers

So which is it, really? Do we answer with the “same old” because we want to avoid conversation, or because that’s actually how our lives are?

But the truth is, Instagram is every bit as real as our everyday lives. One is reality as we know it — the far-too-common days that’ll feel mostly repetitive but with the occasional delight, and the reality that we manifest based on our dreams, how we want to feel and what we want to accomplish.

The photos we take become representation of the lives we want; the photos we scroll through are that of what we desire. But all of that is still every bit ourselves; if memories make us who we are, dreams make us who we will become.

The problem is, most of us never become who we want to become.

The dreams stay dreams, and we never wake from it.

Because there exists a difference between dreaming about what we want, versus going after it: one being infinitely easier.

So we take our photos and we glorify those moments because it’s easier to do than our real lives.

And there’s nothing wrong with that.

Other than the small triviality that one day, when even the most mundane of things have been glorified to become more exciting, everything in real life might pale by comparison.

But that’s a problem for tomorrow, because it’s easier.

To Believe in One’s Dreams Is to Spend All of One’s Life Asleep

We all have these amazing dreams and goals, visions of what we could accomplish if we really tried.

I’m not going to tell you’ve failed your goals because you’ve spent three hours too long scrolling through Instagram or because you’ve checked your emails twelve times too many; only that we go where we look.

That’s how it’s always been. It’s why breakups hurt — they hurt because we can’t help but focus on it.