I am not sure if any of you are like me, but I use my phone’s Notes all the time. Everything from grocery lists to recipes, and even random thoughts or ideas that pop in my head throughout the day.
As I was going through my various sheets in the app, I noticed one that was dated 10/16/16 so I read it. With everything that is going on in the world and continues to unfold, the note held a bit of meaning. I’ve withdrawn a lot these days from social media because I just don’t get the same inspiration that it once gave me. These days it just seems like platform for outrage, disgust, and general sadness.
With the Trump presidency, idols passing, natural disasters, and mass shootings and other terrorism glorified in media outlets (including social media), it just seems like a dreary place. It isn’t value added. For me, at least, it isn’t.
Not everyone would agree with me, and I am okay with that.
I don’t need to be reminded of bad things. Society, these days, over saturate us on a daily basis. I know it exists. I don’t agree with it, but I can’t have a meaningful existence if I am constantly wading through the past, the negative, and the unjust.
I choose to use my time and energy trying to enact the kind of change I want to see in the world. That is my way of adding value.
This is my way of adding value. I rebel with authenticity. With kindness. With gratitude. With a willingness to help anyone in need.
Sometimes I have a moment of weakness or you could call it a sudden, wild curiosity. I read the comments on various posts and news articles. It only takes a few lines and a couple of moments to realize it was a huge mistake. After, I reminisce over the days when people had inner monologues that stayed inside, and smile when I think back to a time in life when we had a little mystery in regards to what was going on between the ears of the masses. There are times I even sympathize with fictional characters like Professor X and Jean Grey; I know I don’t want to know what is going on in the minds of everyone all the time, but anytime I go near the internet, the textual noise is deafening. The saturation of this century – this extreme excess – is stifling. Technology is grand, but the wielders of this power leave a lot of room for improvement. Like children with a new toy and no parameters for use, it gets abused and broken. The internet could be a free existence with its fluidity and it could be harnessed for good. Intellectual exchange, the birth of new ideas, collaborative projects and enterprises, however, more often than not, there is complaining, bullying, porn, thievery, and general harm. We basically give a free ticket to anyone we friend, like, follow, or link with into more than our minds… we invite them into our lives. So why drag them into muck and the equivalent of 3 weeks of dirty laundry? And, vice versa. Why actively hop into their hampers? We want to connect. We want to be important. We want to make a difference. I just wonder why we can’t do it in more positive and constructive ways. Why must it always be about opinions being more relevant than another person’s? Why do we have a need for our viral fame? Why can’t we be happy with what we have? Why does it always require excess? I think it is because most of the time we are selfish. We only see our view. We see what we want. We don’t come from a place of non-violence. Even when you see that account that is generically pumping out motivation; is that for you or is that for them? But, does that mean it is all for naught? Have we lost all hope? Is the end nigh? Nope. We simply need to use that big, beautiful gray matter inside our craniums, and we need to think with our empathetic self. Think about how your words reach people and how it could cause them to react. Think about if your thoughts to paper are adding to life or taking away from it. Consider tone. Don’t always look for the negativity in things. If you like a quote from a motivational account, by all means, like it and think no more deeply into it than that. Finally, treat each other well. Don’t be hateful. In the end, it harms you more than anyone else, and doesn’t add anything colorful back into the world.
I’ll have more to say soon, but for now, I just wish you a good evening and a better tomorrow.