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10 years challenge!

Social media seems to be taken by storm by the very recent ten years challenge where people have been posting photos from ten years back with that of the present to highlight what they have come to look like from what they used to be. I can't help but get amused at the fuss people have created around this whole idea.

We all grow over years, outlining our sleeves. Our physique changes drastically. A lean teenager becomes a pot bellied man, a gap toothed kid develops fine jaw lines, it's all a part of the process we call life and life goes on. It doesn't stop with the so called ten years challenge, it's beyond that. What those pictures fail to project are the struggles that perhaps define those ten years, years of pain, of dejection that don't find an outlet to get ventilated.
You smile at the lens, at the world but you don't often smile from your heart. Your heart knows about the pain it endures. To shun your life by comparing two photographs linked together by ten years is a big make believe where you allow the world to be fed in a myth but in the whole process you keep on deceiving yourself of your struggles and pain which those photos fail to reflect.

I am not against people posting photos, what perhaps I am sceptical of is people judging each other on the basis of those photos. It's time we grow and outgrow this ten years challenge for I tell you, you are yet to live  beautiful decades all together which the world not necessarily needs to know.

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