Polaroid

I want to view my life in vintage. Old colors running and tripping over each other. Life can be like a Polaroid. You hold it and shake it and still nothing happens. As time goes on the colors and forms become more clear. You hold in your hand the white bordered beauty, the beauty that will become your future.

Just keep staring, keep waiting. It’s happening and unfolding before your eyes.
The image sharpens and another step before you appears. Move, go with it, take it. Force your feet to follow the path that is coming into focus with your brand new eyes. Feel the warmth of the photo in your body.

The picture is complete and now you can look back on it. No longer is it a process but a product. It is history now, and you smile because you waited. You didn’t smear with your fingers or cut the time early. Now grab your device and go find the next opportunity to take a picture.