The story really resonated with me because I know we're all guilty of it: we spend so much time presenting our lives through romanticized lens. Most of us are privileged to have cell phones that connect us to the internet 24/7, especially in 21st century America. But it also gives us the capacity to disguise ourselves and only share a single snapshot to represent who we are and what we are doing.
Obviously, each glamorous Instagram photo or Facebook post is just one selected moment in time... a single second in a 24-hour, or 1,440-minute, or 86,400-second day. A single post is certainly not a summary of a person's well being, and following them on social media doesn't replace a heart-to-heart conversation.
I'm the happiest and most content I've ever been for as long as I can remember, but at times, I need reminders too. My Instagram exists to remind me that life isn't just about the daily grind. It has moments of beauty and happiness, and I'm extremely blessed to have experienced so much of the good.
And when that doesn't work, I go find Bellatrix and force her to cuddle with me. Problem solved!
It's awful that Madison couldn't find her way out of depression. The death of anybody before their time is always a tragedy. My mom was 36 when she died of cancer and that was way too early too.
This Sunday is Mother's Day. I hope you will take the opportunity to have a tête-à-tête and/or hug tightly anybody who means a lot to you. Especially your moms or mother-like figures in your life.
Happy Mother's Day!
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| My mommy, brother (in her belly), me, and sister |
