We want to reduce the stress in our lives, yet we keep piling on the number of things we need to do. We travel arms wide open into a tidal wave of responsibilities.
We want to restrict the data tech companies collect from us, yet we swipe right at consent—all terms, all conditions, in favor of the Leviathan.
We want all the benefits of social media—influence, and fame—while maintaining our privacy.
We want to think we’re a curious bunch, open to a world unknown, yet act like novices at the ways of seeing. What is new leads somewhere new, absent the spot.
We meditate to detach the mind from surfeit consciousness when merely going for a walk, doing the dishes, or shooting hoops produces the same relaxing effect. With little effort, the neuronal spike train intensifies in voltage.
We want to believe and remain certain without bravado. Little do we know that uncertainty is natural, confidence is artificial.
By high school, she had already separated from the herd. She refused to abuse herself into the maw of conformity.
College was a continuation of being different. The more she resisted, the more natural it came. Listening to herself ranged beyond self-absorption.
But then the internet came along, and she found herself a social creature once again. She joined a tribe of like-minded others on Twitter. Web 2.0 flattened the world, vitiated maps of their territories.
Just as fast as niches became mass, destroyed by the stylization of the hipster, she withdrew into rebellion once again.
She ceased shoulder-surfing and went off the grid to depart the maelstrom of information and the celebration of indifference.
She developed a type of buoyant skepticism to defend herself against the easy access of the mind and harmonized tastes.
“What if our capacity to imagine has been so badly damaged by the information climate of our times that destruction is all we can see?”
An excess of options breeds indecision, the cruelest of frustrations. The result? We end up doing nothing at all.
Perhaps inertia is the best solution in these dizzying times. Instead of forcing the issue, we let nature take its course.
Yet, life doesn’t move unless we do. It begs for action and a subsequent reaction. Doing opens the floodgates to the invisible, exposing us to an infinity of blind spots.
Passivity and dynamism coexist
Surrounded by a morass of distraction machines, it’s no wonder we permit the frustration of ‘what’s next’ chip away at our patience. The bottomless scrolling newsfeed sucks dry the rudiments of attention and stokes impatience.
Staring into the forest’s green space allows us to unlatch the eyelids from closeupness. The external world makes us think expansively, beyond the myopia of screen addiction.
We can assume that the best answer lies beyond us or deeper within. Hubris intact, we continue searching with the impossible hope of conquering ourselves.
Patience is the key to self-discovery. The wait never lasts forever if one never gets tired of waiting it out.
In the search of knowledge, we persist in converting inferences into future actions.