Last time I pulled out my smartphone to take a photo in a hurry, I realized that there were two reasons that pushed me to capture that moment:
The urgent desire to have a memory, at all costs, of the magnificent spectacle before my eyes, as if my brain were incapable of memorizing that panorama.
The desire to show others that I was experiencing something magnificent.
In both cases, these are photos that will certainly not concern me anymore and that will rest together with the others in my smartphone or on the computer.
In both cases, I was not connected with the present moment. Nor with the positive sensation felt by my body and my spirit.
And suddenly, I saw myself as all those people who constantly watch the phone while they are at the cinema, or at the restaurant with friends, at the expense of the scene that takes place in real life, before their eyes.
Or worse, those who pull out the phone during a concert, when their favorite song starts. Sometimes I did it too. I have always regretted it! It completely ruined the moment I lived. Half of the song I adore, that a brilliant artist was playing live, before my eyes (which may happen to me only once in my life) was gone. The magic moment had passed.
