Yesterday, a friend asked why someone would post a picture of their dinner on Facebook. We had a great discussion.
I think we post our pictures in part because our cell phones and tablets with camera power make it so easy. Our devices can connect almost instantly with Facebook--push a button, and it's on the FB page.
I think it's also because Facebook has become a journal, a logbook, a diary/scrapbook for so many of us. I do wonder if we'll be able to access that material in 10-30 years. Of course, I have a box of paper journals in my closet--they're not real accessible right now: I have to dig them out of the box and flip through them with no good search tools beyond my reading skills. But I expect to still have them in 10-30 years, barring catastrophe like fire.
I think people post pictures because they're having a moment of happiness that they want to capture. I rarely see angry pictures. That's in direct contrast to the online articles that people link to--so much anger. I rarely click through. But I do linger on pictures.
I thought about my own morning yesterday. I decided to make a quiche for breakfast because I had some Swiss cheese that needed to be used. I went out to our little garden and selected herbs--the herbs that we planted a few weeks ago are flourishing. As I snipped the bright green herbs which fell on the grated cheese and sautéed mushrooms, I felt such a swelling of contentment.
In some ways, not much has changed since my vegetarian days--I still get lots of joy from my tiny garden and from cooking good food. I still look forward to the arrival of friends.
Last night, I dreamed about my high school friend who died in February. We were filling up sodas at a soda station before we went into a movie. It was so ordinary, and I woke up wishing we had had a profound conversation in my dream. But I was also comforted by seeing her again, even though I know it was a figment of my subconscious brain.
On this September 11, I have the fragility of life on the brain. I take comfort from knowing that I will be remembered, at whatever time I am snatched away from this life. I am content with the efforts that I have made to live a life that's in alignment with my values.
And yet, I know that the alignment will slip if I'm not paying attention. I think that reason, too, is why so many of us post our pictures on Facebook--it keeps us in sync with ourselves and with the ones we love so deeply.
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