A world without photographs would be a world of insufficient memories. I rely on pictures to take me back to moments that I love. I rely on them to help me remember moments that broke my heart. I have one particular photograph of myself from when I four. I was on a carousel and I'm not sure I've ever seen my smile that big. In that moment I am supremely happy, the wind is in my hair, and my heart is light. When I see the picture of that four year-old girl, I am reminded that there is happiness inside of me, even when I feel totally ravaged by anger and insecurity. Without that image, there would have bouts of continued annoyance and sadness.
In short, a world without photographs would suck.
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