Being The Pictures

The best part of vacation is losing track of which day it is. Having no plans. Doing whatever you want when the moment arises. The future coming at you in one-second increments. Time doesn’t exist. Only life does. That’s true freedom. We take pictures to capture these fleeting feelings so that later they can serve as a reminder, or catalyst, that momentarily returns us to that place where we truly felt alive.

But then . . . it’s back to reality. Our jobs. Our bills. Our norms. Our daily existence of punching in and punching out. We are good at taking pictures but not always being the pictures. Instead of imagining the life we should live, we should embody it



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