Maybe the reason why some people would prefer to ignore those in front of them in favor of refreshing their social media feed is because it’s easier.
It’s easier to get the illusion of impressing people through the countable amount of likes, tweets, and shares compared to the uncountable qualitative time, energy and honest efforts it takes to truly cultivate impressions through meaningful conversations. One would have to go through all those head-scratching silences, awkward introductions, and complicated social protocols. Even if one gets pass this, one still have to find a way to connect- a common interest, say, or a common vulnerability. Then there’s miscommunication and space that needs to be calculated in. Compare that to the posting of a picture, the sending of short texts, it’s not hard to see why people opt for the snaps- they are instantaneous, cheap, and easy.
Then there’s the issue of appearing weak. Human being simply cannot connect on a deeper level without expressing vulnerability to a certain degree, and that’s scary as hell. It is like putting your naked self into the open with knives laid out next to you and a sign saying, “Hey, stab me if you like. There’s really no legal consequences.” Maybe that’s why we opt for posting a selfie of our beach body rocking the summer vibes, or our smiling faces when we receive our degree in glamorous caps and gowns instead. We would rather put our best, strongest self forward because people won’t really stab an armor-clad, and seemingly untouchable knight,
On top of that, there’s also our tendency, no, more like innate nature to be heard, to be acknowledged. Countless bas-reliefs which must have taken hours of specialized skills to perfect, portraits which must have required excruciating days of sitting perfectly still to finish, and most recently, quick snapshots are all our vain attempts to cast a stone of our existence into the enormous rushing seemingly endless river of time.
“Hey,” we seem to say, “I’m here. Look at me.”
Remember my name.
And memorize my tender smile, children of the future.
It’s curious to observe the human’s change of mind when the new year’s clock strikes 00:01, how their whole outlook on the world brightens at the sound of a bell, or their fields of dreams and hopes become just a little bit more fertile under the rumblings of kaleidoscopic fireworks.
What makes the second of December so different from the first of January? What makes it so empowering, and so liberating for some people? Why do people feel a genuine sense of readiness in the first of January instead of say, 27th of May? I guess the first day of the year is just a fixed period of time that people assign as having the capacity of making them feel ready for changes and exploring new potentials.
Date is only a social construct; therefore, any day is as ordinary as the next one. We literally all have the capacity to create a new, fresher mindset in our ways of life literally anytime. That is overwhelming, to say at least. We can actually set a goal and commit to it from 2pm of a common Friday in the middle of the year and it wouldn’t be any different than a goal set at 12:01 on the first day of 2017.
We should really stop this all too common habit of waiting for the right year, right day, or right hour to do something we know we should because those years, days and hours?
They are not guaranteed to us.
We might never live long enough to see it.
You want to get fit? Start doing it now. Want to learn a new language? Why not now? Travel abroad and get lost? Now’s the best time as any other.
Death is the ultimate defier of waiting. It comes when it wants and leaves when it wishes. The only way to beat death in this game of life is to live now, without a second delay.
I got a message from my friend, Sonita on the evening of 9th, September. It was short and to-the-point, “pack your bags. I managed to get you a seat to Kep this weekend.”
And yup, that’s how it all started. Continue reading Adventure with Lifters!
This is a somewhat personal post. Not so scientifically well-researched, not persuasive, the aim of this article is just to express my gratitude for my group of friends. Continue reading The Potato Clan