Since the smatphones era srated, I've been spening quite a lot of time on my phone. I often watch photos of people on instagram and many times I was upset and jealous about these people and their "perfect life". When you're sitting at school and you come across a photo of a girl doing yoga at sunset on a beach ... it makes you jealous. If you live in a small apartments and you have a small shared bedroom with a sibling and then you see all the enormous houses with swimming pool and sea view ... it doesn't make you happy. But have you ever thought that not everything in the photo is real? That there may be a hidden story in the background, that's not happy at all?
Sometimes I post photos which look some way but the background stays unknown. Nobody takes photos of their face with blue undereye circles and insect bites. Nobody posts photos of their bedroom when it's so untidy they can't even move there. No "healthy blogger" who eats donuts, ice cream and fries from time to time, post these things on the Internet. Everyone wants to show the nice aspects of their life. I love to share my successes, my memories, things I feel happy about - no matter if they are travel photos, food photos or whatever else. Sometimes the photos perfectly capture the atmosphere of that moment. But sometimes the reality is completely different.
A photo of a kitten in my grandma's garden. It's so cute, isn't it? But what preceded that photo? Me and my brother holded our dog on a leash for several hours, because our dad was mowing the grass. The kitten was hidden in a bush, Teddy was barking, whining and he was pulling us into the bush so strongly that I burnt my hand with the leash.
One of the latest photos on my instagram is a photo of pumpkin risotto in a restaurant in Kroměříž. The food was delicious ... but does anyone see what happened before the lunch? I spent the whole morning in a hospital with my family - ve went to visit my ill grandma. She died at night that day.
I posed this photo on my instagram in December. One weekend I decided to go for a run. After about four kilometres I came back home and I decided not to go running anymore. Since that day I haven't put my running shoes on. I've never enjoyed running no matter how I motivated myself and it never gave me that amazing feeling I get when I do yoga.
I took this happy, positive photo during a walk with my dog at a spring weekend. I spent the whole week lying ill in a bed. It was a difficult time for me in all directions and I was quite depressed for few weeks or maybe even months. I felt like everything in my life is falling apart and I don't have a power to stop it. I needed some change so on Saturday I went to a hairdresses and I cut my hair short. And after I came back from the hairdresses, I went for a walk.
Matcha tea, dark chocolate and studying. The reality? I ate the rest of the chocolate bar and I was studying for about thirty minutes maximum. And by the way - I never really liked the taste of matcha latte. Sežrala jsem celou tabulku čokolády a celkově se učila asi půl hodiny. A mimochodem - matcha latté jsem nikdy pořádně nepřišla na chuť. Shh. I've heard it's healthy.
The next photo is from a vacation in Italy. It was a beautiful day - we spent the morning on a beach and then we visited the town centre. But because of that long journey and the exhaustion, my skin was looking awful and I refused to be photographed from the front.
A photo of a kitten in my grandma's garden. It's so cute, isn't it? But what preceded that photo? Me and my brother holded our dog on a leash for several hours, because our dad was mowing the grass. The kitten was hidden in a bush, Teddy was barking, whining and he was pulling us into the bush so strongly that I burnt my hand with the leash.
Photos are just an illusion. Don't forget to live a real life ... :)
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