(this feels so awkward)
Coming back to my blog feels like seeing an old friend, whom I’ve been avoiding. The friend is welcoming, loving, patient, steadfast and dependable, but me in my moods and flighty waves have been putting off a reunion. All that aside, we meet again. We sit down and pick up just where we left off; almost as if no time at all had passed. Don’t you love those friendships?
Here we go –
I have a love/hate relationship with technology. We are more connected than we have ever been in the history of the world, but one the flip side of that same coin, we are more DISCONNECTED than we have ever been. In our world of instant gratification, snippets of information, the knowledge of the world at our fingertips, the ability to read and comment anonymously, to like and friend and double-tap on hundreds of thousands of people’s public social media pages, we’ve become numb. We edit our pictures and filter the images of ourselves so that we may appear more stable, more beautiful, more artistic, more wealthy, more perfect than we actually are.
Can we just stop all that?
But can we learn to see the beauty in the imperfect times?
Life is messy. But you know what, that’s where life lives. In a world of plastic, isn’t it nice to touch the ground sometimes? Isn’t it refreshing to feel the sweat on your back, the grime in your toes after a day on the beach, the slimy film on your teeth in the morning hours? I know, gross. Listen to what I’m saying though. The gross moments, the messy hair, the sweaty brow, the crooked smile, the watering eyes… these are snippets of what’s real. It’s in these moments that we can truly relate to one another.
It’s hard to relate to Barbie. Why? She’s not real.
Let’s all be a little more real with each other. It may make the frustrations of technology a little more bearable knowing that we are all in this thing together. I challenge to you to change your perspective about those seemingly “imperfect” moments and learn to appreciate the messiness. Life becomes alot more enjoyable. I promise.