The Superficiality of It All
Sometimes I just wonder if going through all of it is worth it. This whole internet life, social networking, posting pictures of your life online, It's just not my thing. Not anymore, at least. Yes, there was a time when I would go up and post pictures on my instagram just because it was the "cool" thing to do, but I just don't think it's worth it anymore. As bloggers, we sometimes believe that life on the internet is what'll make go forth, make a name and leave a mark. Which is true, considering it is the era of the wireless life we all live, but there's just something about it that's like trying to catch a fistful of air that you know you never can. All it does is leave a vacuum, if you manage to catch air.
See, I have been thinking a lot lately and I feel that while I might be good at it, I don't know if I should do it as whole heartedly as before. I have always said that I'm a writer first, then anything else. So maybe it's the literary soul of mine that's thinking like this. Or maybe I have spent too much time in the books that I have been reading. I have been reading a lot, and writing a lot. Refining and fine tuning my brain. And while the blogging does open a lot of opportunities for anyone who's good at it, it just makes me feel like everything is superficial. Or maybe living in the suburbs, away from the city, and near and into the mountains and nature has made me this way. I feel like I'm missing a connection. Physical. I wanna shake hands, hug, hear the laughter, see smiles (not selfies) and just be. I feel like the internet is taking away all of this from us. To just be. That will be the dream.
Having people have a glimpse of your life, a perfectly crafted glimpse on the internet, is not gonna help you be. Filters. More like filtering the bad. This life that we all slowly keep getting pulled into, will it help us be better human beings? The internet is a whole new world, why not delve and dive into places that make us better like enroll in a free online class of that subject that always interested us or read up on things. Why just strive so hard to build a colorful life you just can't step into. Why not be real?
I want to write, I want to touch what I do, I don't want to merely see it. I want to experience it. I wanna be. I wanna exist. I wanna just live.
See, I have been thinking a lot lately and I feel that while I might be good at it, I don't know if I should do it as whole heartedly as before. I have always said that I'm a writer first, then anything else. So maybe it's the literary soul of mine that's thinking like this. Or maybe I have spent too much time in the books that I have been reading. I have been reading a lot, and writing a lot. Refining and fine tuning my brain. And while the blogging does open a lot of opportunities for anyone who's good at it, it just makes me feel like everything is superficial. Or maybe living in the suburbs, away from the city, and near and into the mountains and nature has made me this way. I feel like I'm missing a connection. Physical. I wanna shake hands, hug, hear the laughter, see smiles (not selfies) and just be. I feel like the internet is taking away all of this from us. To just be. That will be the dream.
Having people have a glimpse of your life, a perfectly crafted glimpse on the internet, is not gonna help you be. Filters. More like filtering the bad. This life that we all slowly keep getting pulled into, will it help us be better human beings? The internet is a whole new world, why not delve and dive into places that make us better like enroll in a free online class of that subject that always interested us or read up on things. Why just strive so hard to build a colorful life you just can't step into. Why not be real?
I want to write, I want to touch what I do, I don't want to merely see it. I want to experience it. I wanna be. I wanna exist. I wanna just live.