I was going through some old photographs of my family the other day. I could broadly classify these photographs into two categories – the ones where we were smiling with all thirty-two, looking right at the camera and the ones where we didn’t care if someone was clicking our picture, we were just being crazy.
I realized that we waste so much time and energy in trying to click the perfect photograph. The perfect pose, the perfect smile, the perfect hair or the perfect pout. In the moment, these pictures look – you guessed it right – perfect. But a few years down the line, when you’re going through these pictures, you’re going to reach out for the ones where your eyes are closed or your smile looked awkward or you were wearing your embarrassing PJs.
The imperfect photographs will be the only perfect ones.