Friday, March 11, 2011
There is a study out there that suggests we are losing the art of real conversation. We have, in this modern age, taken the old phone company adage and changed it to read, “Let your fingers do the talking.” We converse via social media. However, it is not the lost art of conversation that bothers me but rather the dulling of our senses.
Is it really okay to put your worst nightmare on Facebook/Twitter and except merely a written, “I’m sorry” from hundreds of your so-called closet friends and family?
Has it become the norm to choose watching the caged bird sing on YouTube rather than actually experiencing that bird sing?
Has the general participation in life been reduced to, “only if my gadget is not buzzing, blaring or playing music?” Should it happen to be, “Well, excuse me from life.”
I know this sounds like a rant on technology but rather quite the opposite, I love technology. I do understand the need, use and importance of technology but I equally enjoy life. Life is just that, an all-encompassing journey and in my mind shall never be confined within an electronic box.
I feel remorse when a friend or family member has forgotten that no crisis is too large to ask for a real shoulder. That yes, I do actually listen to oral conversation and that I honestly care. I will never hold my PC while it cries over the death of its hard drive; that is just a fact.
I feel a deep loss when anyone tells me they would rather watch a video rather than experience the actual event. Watching a video of a walk in the park will never replace feeling the sun on your skin, the leaves blow across your feet or the rain soaking you to the bone.
These are the experiences we drawn from while watching, listening or feeling any situation. This is life. It is not always easy or pretty, it comes not instantaneously, and it will not be put on hold. It must be devoured with all our senses and cherished.
So excuse me if I did not catch your Youtube video or I missed something on Facebook/Twitter, Oh and my cell phone is so old it will not text message.
I am from the old school, the one who taught, “All good things in moderation.” I graduated from the wild women school of living; I want to climb that mountain myself. I want you to cry on my shoulder and wipe away your tears and it drives me crazy that so many of you my blogging friends need a good night out with a wild woman and I cannot get there.
Now that is technology I could use. When are they going to invent that “Beam me up” gadget, my friends need me!
Please for the weekend hit the power off button, walk away from that unfinished WIP and go devour some life.
In closing I give you “Wild Women Don’t Get The Blues.”
Have a great weekend and Peace…