Human behavior is predictable, robotic. Acknowledging peak screen further cements a broken will — even the most mindful urge won't let us put our devices down.
We've officially extended digital into our cells, with the reality forthcoming. From the iWatch to iSkin, the future is implanted. From neuron to neuron, we'll check email and change the tv channel with the flick of a thought.
“To be or not to be. That’s not really a question,” quipped film director Jean-Luc Godard back to Shakespeare's most famous line.
To be is rather a false start. We think that success breeds confidence, but it's actually the little lessons along the way that build up our future.
Struggle makes us human
Similarly, it is our impairments that deem to weaken us that actually but end up making us stronger. As we overcompensate for our flaws, we excel in creating our own unique survival methods that are almost impossible to replicate.
Humans thrive in their own slow march, detached from the cult of action and the tyranny of business and competition. True progress embraces the route of the tortoise, slow and perceptive, inching forward and sometimes backward, bit by bit.
Said Malcolm Gladwell: “A lot of what is beautiful and powerful in the world arises out of adversity. We benefit from those kind of things,” but “we wouldn’t wish them on each other.”
We are all underdogs in something, a compromise that gets us out of bed in the morning and back to work.
When we drop a coin in the dark, our first instinct is to look for the nearest lite brite (be it a streetlight or our phone) to find it. But the initial frustration of blindness provides enough luminosity.
We are victims of ignoring the obvious — the coin is often just below our feet. It is not lost. Sometimes, we're even standing right on top of it.
Some things are not meant to be clear; obscurity is their clarity. We should not underestimate obscurity. Obscurity is as rich as luminosity.
It's amazing the things we discover when just use our intuition pumps. Our predictive senses are immune to the best technologies.
On the grid, off the grid, curious what hides in the night. Yet we can imagine radiance all along. All we had to do was use our senses to look around first.
Imprisoned in time, a lack of stimulation urges on the most painful of boredom. But ennui is designed to wear off, as the next snack of dopamine puts our eyeballs into a trance.
The quest for enlightenment runs through that rectangular glow, injecting dreams of reality that light up the brain like a Christmas tree. The virtual world is the present. In perpetual awe, everyone learns anew through the retina.
The time is ripe for a walk in the forest, to remind us how small we are again. ‘I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing,’ wrote Ralph Waldo Emerson on his adventures in nature. Little do we know if he too was trapped in thoughts of irreality.
“It is 6am and I am working. I am absent-minded, reckless, heedless of social obligations etc. It is as it must be. The tire goes flat, and the tooth falls out, there will be a hundred meals without mustard. The poem gets written.”
Who needs the muse when you've got a proper habit?
Mary Oliver wrote over 15 poetry and essay collections over her writing career. Her prolific output rested on a simple rule of showing up and filling up the canvass every day.
But she was also jotting down notes all the time, out and about, in nature where she felt freest.
Oliver's poetic vocation called her wherever she went, as she engulfed the world with an insane curiosity. Slow and deliberate, she let her notebooks bleed into the world.
Know when to laugh and when to cry, when to work and when to play, when to focus and when to daydream, when to float and when to sink — different pieces of our personality snuggle in aliveness in various compartments of the head.
What gets complicated is when you cry because you're happy, play to your calling, get into a creative flow, or paddle enough to swim. Opposities attract into a gray space that blends them together in seeming complexity.
Emotions, dreams, and actions — none of them stand still but vacillate on a pendulum of nowness. Reactions are the portal to everything, until what will be, will be.