Stories are the foundations of our lives. There is a story in every picture, whether its obvious or not is besides that point. A picture can tell a thousand words and contain amazing stories all at the same time. It could be something as simple as a picture of a tree or an envelope, but little does the world know you grew up reading in that tree or that envelope is what your college acceptance letter came in. Whatever it may be, everything in life tells a story especially through a photo because it is frozen in time. I love to take pictures and document what is going on in my life. I also, love being able to look at other peoples photos and imagine what was happening when they took that photo. Are they one of those peoples that go on crazy adventures all the time or are they the people that are actually sitting at home board doing nothing wanting some love, or are they even the people that barely ever share their photos, but when they do it gives you a little more insight of what kind of things happen to them. Stories are important, they are what keep our history remembered. A lot of people find documenting stories super annoying, but I find it to be a great way to reflect on how you got to the particular spot in life that you are in. I would rather be annoying and have too many photos and stories that go with them than not have any documentation at all. Letting a good memory or story fall into the abyss of forgotten memories is a crime in my book.
In this picture, a story that has since changed my life happened and from the photo you would have no idea. Can you guess what happened at this very moment when this photo was taken?
I was at a party with friends my Junior year of college and having a horrible night that I didn't think could get worse, until I was trapped in a bathroom stall and tried to punch my way out of it. In doing so, stupid little me managed to punch through the stall and destroy my hand in the process. This photo was taken exactly five minutes before I broke my hand in three places and just for the hell of it I attached the photo of the aftermath to show too. Though this photo takes me back to a painful and idiotic memory in my life that literally makes my hand hurt when thinking about it. It was the night that I met my boyfriend (now going on a year) and also learned that telling your parents you fell in church goes over much better than telling them the actual story. Forever these pictures will mark the night that I met the most incredible person in my life and will forever mark the day that alcohol somehow gave me the strength of the hulk. So if there is anything I can encourage you to take from this post, it is that you should never underestimate the power of a photos ability to tell a story. Don't be afraid of reliving your stories, remember that good or bad they help create any amazing foundation of life in general.
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