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For as long as I can remember, I was always on the outside, looking in, as if I’m an observer. Seeing life through a pane of glass, often wondering how things worked, and seeking to reveal the reasons why things are the way they are, and the way things have to be. Often I get the feeling as if I’m a stranger, or at best a friend that nobody sees.
I am an introvert living in in an extrovert world. where introversion is often suspect. It wasn’t until recently that I became aware of the fact that my personality type is INFP and that what I was feeling and experiencing was completely normal.
I see the world through the eyes of a writer; one who sees the way the world truly is. Believing in some nieve way that documenting the realities of life, and writing about how things could, or should be done differently, to improve upon the human condition will actually create change. It is not unreasonable to assume that writers become depressed as they are constantly viewing the world as it exists, often making written observations and suggestions on how to improve it, while society continues on the pathway of a downward spiral.
I see the world for literally what it is, not like most other people who see things the way that suits them best; picking and choosing what they want to see, and disregarding everything else. I see the world literally turning in on itself, and I spend the majority of my time focused on the struggles of others. I see a world filled with chaos, anger, and upset, where people feel a need for something to cling to, and for some, religion temporarily fills the void, though at the same time, religion is often what is fueling intolerance and discontent with one another.
Lately I have started missing the old days of my youth, remembering campfires and deep connected conversation which often carried on late into the evening. Conversations in which all things were discussed for hours at a time, and in which there was a true human connection.
In the days of my younger years, we didn’t have Internet, and although cell phones existed, people rarely used them. At that time I can honestly say that I formed very strong bonds with friends, and that any personal disagreements or hurt feelings were often mended or reconciled immediately, in person, instead of being hashed out through means of social media.
I have been looking at how much things have changed in life, specifically the ways in which technology has literally taken over our lives. When I was younger I literally could not wait for technology to improve, or for the next time a new, faster computer system would become available. Today as an adult, I feel as if technology has literally gone too far and has ingrained itself into every facet of our lives to the point where I long for the simple pleasures of childhood when very little, if anything, was connected electronically.
Despite practically everything in life being connected in some way, as humans and as a society in general, we are essentially distancing ourselves further away from one another. There are some amoung us who are fearful of change, intolerant of difference, and threatened by progress. I fear one day, we will realize what we are doing to ourselves and to one another, and change our behavior before it’s too late.
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