Life’s a beach.

Sitting at the beach, I saw a mother and child happily splashing the water and playing. The child looked Happy. Scenes like these usually make you smile inadvertently.
But suddenly in the midst the mother gets up, pats her knees and picked the child up.
Both the child and I equally confused. Looked up to see that the dad was clicking a picture of them playing. It was a pose. To remember beautiful times.

While the child only wanted to spend time with its parents and play at the beach and have fun, the parents already thinking of these moments as the past, are still busy recording memories instead of making them.

Isn't it the same with all of us? We're so attached to living in the past than we think of our present as something that's already passed and keep living in a state of constant pursuit of memories?
In the age of smartphones and Instagram, this isn't surprising but sad.

I find myself staring at a smart phone in the beach responding to texts that make me feel bad.
Why it makes me feel bad is secondary, but imprisonment of myself inside of my own mind is the weirdest and stupidest thing I've done.

Attachment and a super consciousness of myself and my being is why I do it.

This causes me to be a misanthrope. The human mind, our most important aspect is also the biggest enemy to our freedom. . Letting go of easy as long as you don’t imprison yourself to your mind.

Coming back to the story of the random family, world would be a better place if people went to the beach and played with their children instead of creating artificial moments and photographing them.

A picture of a mother and child sharing an activity at a tribal village in Himalayas