Daily Prompt: Tables Turned

Daily Prompt postAre as comfortable in front of a camera as behind one? Being written about, as well as writing?

In my opinion, it’ll always be more comfortable being behind the camera than to be infront of it. I think that I feel better to be the one creating the art and all that work, instead of the one being part of the artwork.

Having to say that, there’s no denial that for the ones at the back scenes, their efforts are very much less recognizable than the ones on the frontline. It’s like watching a movie – logically, the cast of the movie leaves us with a deeper impression and significance than the ones behind the movie because they expresses the work of the back scenes.

Nevertheless, the perks both parties get is the sense of fulfillment attained from the work creation because it takes one to complement the other. Likewise, whether the back scene’s efforts are being praised highly by the general audience or not, it’s always nice to feel that all that work done is actually visible to them and gets recognized somehow – even if it’s not directed at me.

Relating back to the topic, I’ve never been fond of having my pictures taken, especially candid shots! But I don’t hate photography – pictures / photographs could tell alot more things than a paragraph of words. And having to make your own deductions and implications from an image taken real-life makes it even more meaningful.

Being written about or being the one writing? Writing about other seems great; provided if the person doesn’t read it if you added something nasty about him / her. I think I would want to be written about.

Ironically, as much as I hate to visualize and think of how bad an impression I made in the perception of others, I’d like to read about myself in their perspectives of me; but written down in words – not in speech or in any other forms. This could be why letters tend to be so lengthy – written words can express so much more than the things we can and we’re able to tell someone.. Although the tone of your voice is not emphasized so much in written words, there’s still so much truth and realness in writing alone.


Daily Prompt: Shape Up or Ship Out

Daily Prompt post: Write a letter* to the personality trait you like least, convincing it to shape up or ship out. Be as threatening, theatrical, or thoroughly charming as is necessary to get the job done.

Dear Self-Esteem,

Do you know how many opportunities I could have taken if only you were stronger on your own? Since I was born till now, you seem to get worst than anyone else’s could have gotten. Damn, you screwed up so many things and impressions! I wish I could get you replaced but I can’t because you’re just trapped inside. I guess it’s a mutual feeling for both of us to get out of one another.

Sometimes, you got me mixed up with who am I actually. Merely just an introvert and perfectly normal like anyone else in the society? Or am I experiencing self-shame and sadness no one else can see because you’ve gotten the best of me?

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Daily Prompt: 21st Century Citizen

Daily Prompt post: Do you belong in this day and age? Do you feel comfortable being a citizen of the 21st-century? If you do, explain why — and if you don’t, when in human history would you rather be?

I’ve been wanting to blog about things which are somehow related to this topic for quite sometime, ever since recently I’ve been listening to stories from old people, and even my own parents, about what was it like to live in their generation and some of them did mention about their grievances.

Then it made me think of whether I’m living life the way I want it, then would it be sticking close to my values, principles and the commitments I set for myself personally? But eventually, most, or even all the time, I ended up not abiding to them as much as I do want to honor all of them. I also wondered how it would be like if I (with my present personality and everything else remains) existed in one of the earlier generations instead.

Whether I do belong to this day, I don’t know yet. If I didn’t belong to this day, would I have belonged to any one of the earlier generations?

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