Sometimes, it does seem a bit strange. There is a whole new world that lives outside my porch. There are always speed limits for where I am running for in the house, furniture pieces and doors in the way. But outside that window, peeking on that world that is beyond my grasp, there is a limit to the speed that you can put upon your life, which is “limitless”.
I do not mean to intrude on anyone’s private dictionary, but this does seem to be a catastrophe to me. Not getting my meaning? Here, let me explain. Let’s assume that you are a car. However strong or sleek you may be made, there still is a line of work and speed that you just cannot cross. And if you do, the chances of your great survival are not greater than a bee’s.
Behind that curtain of the window in our lounge, there is certainty of being safe, united, loved, cared for, taken care of and I do not know what else, that makes it a home. We get our clean laundry, don’t have to spoil our nails while doing the dishes, the food aroma in the house is always better than what we smell at the fast food outlets. Even if you are bare footed, your feet will still be clean.
All this, and a lot more, and this world predicts each other’s life by what they are sharing on the social media? Why, must I ask, that you try not to see beyond that façade of always being online? Do you not consider it a bit odd, that someone is always available? Is it not possible that this all-time online fact, is basically the result of being alone?
I believe not, because the world only sees the exterior of a person’s life. Everyone is judged these days, from their messy hair to their shoe laces. This world has become so fast, that the speed has gone beyond it’s limit. The limit which can only be defined as the one which is beyond our control. Changes are accompanying each other faster now, which has made the world race a rather difficult one to follow.
And so, behind the curtains, staring at the outer world, I am glad. I am glad that my pace is different than others, and that it suits my needs. I am glad that I have been raised as an Old School of Thought woman, for I hold nothing more dear than being safe and loved, in my own lair. Yes, I do sometimes want to increase my speed to match with the world at large, but there are differences in our thoughts. We think and operate differently. Thus, I feel no strong desire to change myself.
I feel that once you realize who you are, how you are meant to be, you will stop acting what others do. Look inside you. Find your core. And that core, I can assure you, does not call upon you to spend that huge part of your day staying available online, while your family fades away into a bunch of unimportant people.
My love, life is a precious gift, to be shared with people. People you can spend your time with, laugh and joke and share hearty meals with. This, is the essence, of a real life. Life is not your status on social media, but conspires outside and around that screen of your computer.