Life on Social Media

I once posted a picture of a hike I'd gone on to my personal Instagram and Facebook page. It was a good hike. Fun. But life at that point hadn't been all that I thought it would be. It had been exceedingly hard. A lot of things had fallen apart. Even the things I hadn't wanted to do but was doing anyways hadn't ended up working out.

The night I posted the picture on Instagram I was crying in bed. And my cousin posted on that photo "You really know how to enjoy life!"

Oh yes, I did. I was in bed at 8:30 p.m., crying about a lot of overwhelming things. If she could have seen me then, she wouldn't have said that I had been enjoying life. She would have given me a hug and tea. I hadn't even been enjoying it that much when I posted it earlier in the day. It was just a cool picture and I wanted to share it.

And honestly I hadn't been enjoying it for the first hour and a half of the drive and hike. I had been quiet and sad. Only getting a little happy when we got out of the woods and into the sun. Then the interesting sites and mountains cheered me up a little.

But social media portrays a false side of life. I can be happy on social media. I can only show the good parts of my life. The interesting parts. The enviable ones. But I don't show the tissues in my car. The running mascara. The donut for breakfast. The stress.

So while I try to enjoy life, there are days that I don't. And I, and others, need to remember that everything we see on social media isn't true. And it's not a competition.

So try to enjoy life, but don't take social media at face value.