what type of book are you? open? closed? pretty cover? worn and well-read pages inside with a tattered cover? or do you just sit on a shelf praying no one looks and you never get read?
my thought this morning is that the human species is basically doomed to repeat its history that is more based on fear and insecurity than learning to love something beyond self. I think the idea is the combination of looking at people like old books and their covers and how we can judge people, and then in a business forum, I was amazed when someone honestly thought, “it is impossible for love to exist outside of what you want.”
I guess that the second comment ignited a lightbulb of sorts where a lot of what people teach about looks, image, branding and doing it for your “self” is all that matters. it just seems to be that the society is ever more skewed in that direction – be it the dirt poor to the super-wealthy, “what’s in this for me? where is my stuff, I deserve it!” or the, “don’t you know who I am?” card.
you don’t realize love exists beyond yourself until you stop worrying about the book cover of your own life and while great graphics, typography, and design are nice – if you don’t have anything in the body copy and the writing of the story inside the book, what good is it? I am not sure that the more you simplify your life, that the more substance and depth you want and realized pretty covers are like folks that get all coiffed up, apply liberal makeup, get body enhancement, and surround themselves with the requisite baubles and shiny objects that society advertises they need to be fulfilled and happy.
if that doesn’t work, one can start ingesting all sorts of medicines to numb out because if you have all the stuff, you have to be happy, if not, something must be seriously wrong with you, no? what is the value of a tattered cover on a book with pages that have been used, read, and filled with amazing experiential non-fiction stories? you mean you actually have to read something and not just click, “like” because of the title?
what books do you choose? the pretty and easy on the eyes ones where you go, “wow, how pretty!” or the older tattered covered ones filled with heavily used pages?
as I type this, I am amazed at a group of travelers that have come into this café where I am sitting after a meeting. the woman laid out jackets and her stuff to cover up three seats, and the entire idea of people being self-absorbed and oblivious really is playing out in real life. no one looks up anymore. and what I fear with the future of artificial intelligence is a planet filled with people not even saying hello or looking at each other – actually oblivious to everyone right next to them. I would take a photo but that would be not so nice. now the young daughter showed up and stuck her laptop and cell phone out. she did not look left or right. and I really want to take a photo of the family sitting next to each other, not interacting with each other, and having all their mobile devices out. I am amazed that they are talking, yet, no one is actually interaction visually. they are stuck in their phones.
“everyone is frantic…” is what the daughter said upon reading her beloved messages. the parents didn't even take the time to look up from their mobiles and see what was up.
no wonder my friend said, “is there love outside of what you think? she is a well-educated executive, who I admit, either hates religion, spirituality, and/or love? I don’t know.
but if this is how society is heading…we are basically screwed as a country. wow.
and people wonder why I don’t go to coffee shops to brainstorm anymore. people are not interesting, much less it is no fun watching people staring at their little mobiles, all seeming to be lost in their own world. I am not sure if this is surviving? or love is so diluted that we can’t even appreciate the quality of it anymore. but like this family of non -interaction in front of me, they have all the requisite smart devices and technologies…but they are no longer interacting with even family members.
I would love to know what the story of the book of this family is. I know there is depth and love in everyone, but you have to wonder what it is we lose in just the process of walking out life. does it deaden and dull the heart and soul where you just give up and stop dreaming and trying? seems sad no? “but look at all our shiny baubles and stuff we have!” they exclaim.
if you keep your eyes open and look around, you will find and see love outside of yourself all around the world. oddly, I see more love in the 3rd and developing the world, where the shiny objects and baubles are not so prevalent as the world where we are “developed” to stare into our devices and ignore the humans next to us.
looking at people that don’t look at or acknowledge each other in public spaces. they are just inside their own self-absorbed tech bubble, “I am connected!” but to what? they don’t smile…
it is like a book with a nice cover that when you open it up – there is nothing inside. they lost the ability to smile with the beauty of the journey called life.
yet, they want the world to change to fit their model. they want the love that costs nothing, that is all happy and fun, and they don’t have to do anything outside their little cocoon of digital self-absorption.
but that would require people to take their heads out of their phones in public and talk to other people that might be a bit different than them – to no longer be afraid of them – and maybe realize we are all humans. we all would like to be validated and loved, and sometimes you will give, others you will have to receive.
nice dream, no? I thought the technology to all, and in everyone’s hands would make a more democratic society, not a narcissistic & self-absorbed one?
so what type of book are you? open? closed? pretty cover? worn and well-read pages inside with a tattered cover? or do you just sit on a shelf praying no one looks and you never get read?
everyone has an interesting story inside them. take some time and talk to the person sitting next to you for a change. turn off your phone for a bit and reconnect and be social in the society that is right around you.
* if you really want to know there is somethign far greater than your self and the human race - just go out into a space by yourself, then sit, shed the noise of your self and realize you are not alone in the great expanse of the cosmos, or the subatomic world we tend to take for granted and overlook.