We live in a world where there is very little reward for keeping it real. We are taught to judge one another, to provide critiques in lieu of accolades. We are conditioned through visual media to judge a book by its cover. Why waste time opening the pages? We get high on watching falls from grace versus the comeback kid. Transparency is seen as weakness and stupidity. Why tell the truth when you can make up a convincing lie? After all we have social media on our side. Through 140 character sounds bites, likes, share, followers, and comments we can conjure up a characterization of ourselves that we almost believe and are banking on 1,000 "friends" totally believing. It is no wonder our kids are afraid to fail, reluctant to talk to their parents, slow to try anything really new. They don't want to be uncovered by snap chat, Instagram, Pintrest and Facebook. God forbid they are not viewed as pristinely perfect.
I would love to see a social media outlet entitled THE NOT SO PERFECT LIFE, become a member if you realize life is a marathon, your days are a myth. Sign in if you are in search of your not so perfect truth.
Damn we waste a lot of time pretending. Our fabrications have become so engrained in us we could give a heck that it is so much make believe. Our only fear is being found out. I can cry a river for every time I hear someway say, "Did you read about such and such? Did you see his Facebook posting? Wow he is doing so well, living the perfect life. My heart be still because I know better. I know better because I believe differently. You see I was one of them. I once believed my lying eyes.
Some of my most "liked" Facebook postings came on days that I could hardly get out of bed. My most "shared" happy selfies taken on days where I felt so much stress I could barely focus on my hands in front of me. Over loaded. Over extended. Weight of the world on my shoulders. Yet I still pushed "send" just to get that small jolt of "like" back into my life. Shallow? No. In need of something missing in the moment? Yes. Problem solved? Not nearly.
I truly pray our generation will reach back to the way things used to be. You feel sad, you call somebody. You need help, you go to someone you know and knows you, not someone who accepted your friend request and you haven't even seen in 15 years. You need advice, a hug, real conversation? Owe someone an apology? Then you meet over coffee and a danish. You don't just join groups or visit chat rooms with made up handles. You don't instead post someone else's poetry on their timeline as your apology.
Our deep down problem is we have begun to lose our authenticity.
We are raising children who may never know theirs.
I would love to see a social media outlet entitled THE NOT SO PERFECT LIFE, become a member if you realize life is a marathon, your days are a myth. Sign in if you are in search of your not so perfect truth.
Damn we waste a lot of time pretending. Our fabrications have become so engrained in us we could give a heck that it is so much make believe. Our only fear is being found out. I can cry a river for every time I hear someway say, "Did you read about such and such? Did you see his Facebook posting? Wow he is doing so well, living the perfect life. My heart be still because I know better. I know better because I believe differently. You see I was one of them. I once believed my lying eyes.
Some of my most "liked" Facebook postings came on days that I could hardly get out of bed. My most "shared" happy selfies taken on days where I felt so much stress I could barely focus on my hands in front of me. Over loaded. Over extended. Weight of the world on my shoulders. Yet I still pushed "send" just to get that small jolt of "like" back into my life. Shallow? No. In need of something missing in the moment? Yes. Problem solved? Not nearly.
I truly pray our generation will reach back to the way things used to be. You feel sad, you call somebody. You need help, you go to someone you know and knows you, not someone who accepted your friend request and you haven't even seen in 15 years. You need advice, a hug, real conversation? Owe someone an apology? Then you meet over coffee and a danish. You don't just join groups or visit chat rooms with made up handles. You don't instead post someone else's poetry on their timeline as your apology.
Our deep down problem is we have begun to lose our authenticity.
We are raising children who may never know theirs.
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