Social media gives us an impression that life is perfect, except our own. What we see are perfect moments in other people’s lives. Sweet smiles they have perfected over the years that are pang Facebook, picturesque scenery from their recent vacations, the nice gifts they received from family and friends, the hugs and kisses captured on camera. Perfect couples on their perfect wedding day. When we see posts of couples professing their endless love for each other at their wedding anniversary, it makes us feel, wow, they are all happy. They must have a perfect life. We are bombarded with photos of everlasting moments in other people’s lives.
Those images subconsciously create pressure within and it makes us compare our lives with those perfect people. We sometimes assess ourselves, maybe we didn’t do good. Maybe I should try harder so I’ll be happier like them.
When I flip through magazines and see all the nice photos of homes, I ask myself, how come I am not able to fix my house that nice and tidy. How come I didn’t know how to make our bedroom looking like that, so perfect. All these wonderful photos we see all around us have both good and bad effects. The media can either influence us to sulk in envy or to be inspired in a good way.
Seeing beautiful photos of places, food, homes, inspire me.
I am happy when I see happy people celebrating, traveling, eating, having the time of their lives. I am happy for them. I am happy for their progress.
I don’t compare myself to others. I am past that.
What I care about now is the welfare of my children. Their health, their safety, their peace of mind. I wish them lifelong happiness and contentment. Maybe there is such a thing as a perfect life. May it be theirs, and yours, too.
