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iDENTITY DEPTH

 

So smartphone users and habitual texters, if you applied the 80/20 rule to your friendships could you remember to enjoy yourself in the moment; listen to the people you were interacting with; and have a good time where you were… you know, like we use to. Or would the grass be greener on the other side: on Facebook, the internet, Twitter, the person texting about the party they’re at? Anywhere but where you are?

In the madness of technology, how many have forgotten how to be a Luther Vandross song and “Love the one you with?” Has our frenzy for bigger and better gadgets become our adopted personas where we’re constantly trying to upgrade our situation? Yeah, we’ll go and have a good time, that is until someone contacts you and says they’re having a better time. Then the battle of  “good times” ensues. The loser ditches their jag for yours. and reset. and reboot… as the night ensues we look for everything wrong to find a new right. Is anyone enjoying themselves anymore?


“It has become appallingly clear that our technology has surpassed our humanity.”

Albert Einstein


I feel we’ve lost our ability to connect with ourselves and others.  We skim the service but never delve further…  Are we a society of mangled hearts afraid to trust?  What becomes of us if we only allow ourselves to be vulnerable to animals?  Those who guard our hearts and secrets because they are unable to speak?  They can not reveal last night you cried for hours or you made a big mistake the other day, but I’m going to love you anyway.  Is that our fear?  Is that the root of these manic feelings, that we don’t feel lovable if you got to know us?  Are you worthy to be loved, flaws and all?  If you showed society your chips and scrapes, would you be labeled a survivor or a loser?

When the mask is off, what lies beneath is the thing of beauty- a debt paid to society by existing and stripes earned by living.  It may not be newsworthy but how you got to be where you are; who shaped who you’ve become; and where you’re headed in your journey is the true story.  It’s a tale of struggle and triumph.  It’s a saga of morality.  It isn’t a question of right or wrong.


I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you Nobody too?

-Emily Dickinson

It’s validity and relevance is a birthright by rights of humanity, and that is worth sticking around and getting to know.  My jewelry box of friends were found when I dug past the top soil and unearthed rich clusters of dirt… that when washed away unveiled vibrantsparkling gems. 

 


 

 

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What is “Living”?

Cole Sear: I see dead people.
Malcolm Crowe: In your dreams?
[Cole shakes his head no]
Malcolm Crowe: While you’re awake?
[Cole nods]
Malcolm Crowe: Dead people like, in graves? In coffins?
Cole Sear: Walking around like regular people. They don’t see each other. They only see what they want to see. They don’t know they’re dead.
Malcolm Crowe: How often do you see them?
Cole Sear: All the time. They’re everywhere.

I see dead people too.  Surely those who simply go through the motions of living aren’t really existing.  We live in a culture that’s fascinated with the undead.   Vampire and zombie movies, books, video games, and music make record sells.  The world we live in is a segregated place with small fish drifting in an ocean they call ponds.  Fear is no longer about losing a job or rights.  It isn’t about being homeless or poor.  People aren’t afraid of terrorists, bombs, or war.

The fear is not being loved or liked.

The fear is of being pushed outside of one’s comfort zones and security blankets.


People will live unhappy lives because they are absolutely frightened of being judged or ostracized.  It is terrifying for them to not know what to expect.  The possibility of going where people don’t look like them or think as they do makes them squirm with anxiety.  They live routine existences just to be safe… to play it safe.  The sun rises and falls in their bubbles. For those the world is flat outside of their zip codes.  This is how they die, and it is a slow death.  The most tragic…  It’s prolonged suicide- a functioning body afraid to live its purpose.

I’ve said many times, I live in a world like the United Colors of Benetton or a panel at the U.N. because I must have my ideals pushed and challenged.  If  I only lived with reflections of myself, HOW? Tell me how could I grow???  Who would make me see outside my box, certainly not those who live in it with me.  I need to be a square peg in a round hole to BE whole.  Even if it makes me awkward, inappropriate,  or gauche I keep pushing those boundaries.  I’ve busted through to find beautiful people and places.  I busted through to find we’re not so different after all.  I busted through and found myself.  I found out what I truly stood for, my character and morale were tested, and mostly my heart grew bigger.  I found a love for life!  I learned to appreciate the little things and take joy in the simplest pleasure.

My heart aches as I watch them.  They have that permanent sorrow etched into their eyes.  They are unfulfilled.  Oh, my soul cries to give them the gift of assurance.  I want to say, “It’s okay to fall down”.  They don’t want to know though, so I just keep quiet and play pretend with them.  I pretend they are equally alive.  I pretend they’re happy.  I pretend I don’t see the self- recrimination rimming their eyes.  Sometimes I pretend to be broken too, just so they don’t feel self conscious or resent me, my freedoms.  I’m not mad at them because I learned hurt people, hurt people.  They have numbed themselves to the longing.  I’m so full of life, death terrifies me.  I have so much to do still.  I don’t want to die until I can look at my life and know I did all I wanted to do.  But them, No those… the sheeple, the sycophants, and the concealers do not fear being killed.

They’re already dead inside.

“How are you doing?” is a loaded gun.  Every time they say, “I’m fine”.  It’s a cry for help.  Seldom do they reply, “Can you see the blood… that I’m Bleeding?!?”.

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