“Like all explorers, we are drawn to discover what’s out there without knowing yet if we have the courage to face it.”
― Pema Chödrön
I feel like an explorer.
An anthropologist studying this culture I’m in.
What will history say of our time in rule?
Advancements, our normal…
would have seemed cosmic to our great grandparents.
Medical miracles and technological wonders.
Seas of touch screens,
The world at our fingertips.
More like a long leash of notifications.
The constant nag of how much percentage of battery I have left.
My day revolves around where my charger is.
Addicted to staying updated and refreshed, virtually.
Joining threads and comments to stay stimulated mentally.
Theological debates over texts to challenge you spiritually.
Portraying in posted pictures what I wish I was physically.
Arrogantly joining camps politically.
I’m discovering that some boundaries need to be made.
This ever present glow,
Shut it down, take a break.
I want something real.
Something I can touch and feel.
Conversations that require decency and tact.
Respect. Regard for feelings and intentions.
The courage to have an open mind.
Outside of this web of experts.