Why do we have such an obsession to capture and share our lives?

I walked alone by the river this evening. The stream reflected the molten dusk light and the leaves sparkled with recently-fallen raindrops. I stood on the footbridge and watched tiny fish swim in the running water.

Then I had a dangerous thought: This would make a good picture.

I did not to go to college after high school. This is what happened to my life during my first year outside of formal education.