Step Into My Shoes..

Yesterday I had an epiphany. It involves my looks. It involves your looks. It involves how we all look like. First, background story. My mom once told me that I look good in my pictures. She let it hang there. She didn't have to mention "...as opposed to in real life" after the statement for me to know what it meant. To look at the positive side, it means I am photogenic. And to look at the negative side, it means that my pictures are clearly deceiving and if you've seen only my pictures you'll be left disappointed when you meet me irl. To look at the darker side, my mom, who's supposed to love me for what I am, still feels I'm uglier outside of my pictures, to put it blandly. O-kay. It is no news that almost everyone who's got even an ounce of vanity in them wants to take great pictures of themselves. And why not. I've only heard of one exception where this girl from YouTube talked about how she puts not-so-good pictures in her Tinde...

I'm a sucker for sunsets and I am a collector of experiences. This one time, I happened to be around the area from where we can have a spectacular sunset view (not every day). The sunset didn't disappoint. I watched the bright orb disappear behind the city line until my eyes hurt. The sky was perfect too (but aren't they always?) The sun had set but the sky never stopped looking beautiful. It was changing color in a way that no words will be able to describe.  At first the bright embers of the dying light played wonderfully, rendering the clouds yellow. The clouds looked as if they were set on fire, now dutifully following the sun’s instruction to keep the world bright. In a while they started looking reddish, the kind of red that reminds you of the outback, the reddish rocks, the reddish land and strangely, like a burn mark. And then after what felt like a couple of seconds, they looked purplish. That is when it looked to me like an angry bruise. The purplis...