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Is it familiar that some people or even yourself shudder each time the lens is pointed at you? It is even more intriguing as I write this that passers-by stare at me or even dare to stare at my book as I write. It seems everyone is conceited into believing that they are a celebrity like “the Truman show”. But this raises another question. Everone wants to believe they are a celebrity, whether they play the extroverted party animal or the at home introverted genius. It is one question followed yet by another question.

There is a familiar and well-documented scenario of a lens pointed at the average individual. We freeze, pose and wait for the flash to disseminate our vision for the next two seconds. It seems to avoid the consequences of the flash cue to cover yourself. Those who practise such practices tend to pro it out (one might say that road-kill on the road should learn the elementary lessons towards not freezing on the road to become the flattened mess of red tapestry on the road).

What is the general problem with allowing your picture to be taken? An important lesson must be learnt. A common case of women or girls in their early twenties realise something about their photos and age. Their photos are often a collage or wallpaper of their supposed best years of their life. They vividly admit to such thoughts yet always tend to hide in case photos are incriminating and allow strangers to perform strange sexual ads with. Sure, each picture may not be a perfect picture or a glorified “dream” picturesque of oneself, but nonetheless it is you.

It is important that every moment of life should be treasured. Each is a snapshot of who, what and where you were at that particular point in time. It is not what a person is, but what a person thinks they are. Age acts as a restraint what you can do but does not constrain us to who we believe we are. There is a reason why pictures do not have words. Each are up to one’ own contextual bias.