I am grateful for photographs. I haven't even been home for 24 hours and I'm already browsing the family albums.
There's something about old pictures that makes me want to be better. As I recall the sounds, smells, contexts, plots and successes behind each of these photos, I'm often reminded to stop being so hard on myself, to enjoy life and to love all the moments--even the nasty, I-hate-everyrhing-right-now kind of moments.
Somehow all the good, the bad and the ugly tend to mix and mold to create one final beautiful picture.
That, in and of itself, is quite a miracle.
There's something about old pictures that makes me want to be better. As I recall the sounds, smells, contexts, plots and successes behind each of these photos, I'm often reminded to stop being so hard on myself, to enjoy life and to love all the moments--even the nasty, I-hate-everyrhing-right-now kind of moments.
Somehow all the good, the bad and the ugly tend to mix and mold to create one final beautiful picture.
That, in and of itself, is quite a miracle.
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