Sometimes, I discover someone else’s place on the web. And I’m impressed. I start reading and think to myself: I have to get in touch. But, alas, I’ve got nothing interesting to share. Also, that person is very likely busy with a demanding daily life. Most people are. Or that digital artisan gets so much feedback, questions and what not that all I can do is add to the noise. You know…there we have our creatively active web citizen — I imagine — drinking coffee and reading emails popping up in an inbox fueled by all those readers, listeners or viewers who actually have something to share. Hundreds of them. Thousands? And another one ticked off. At least, that’s how I picture that someone. Very busy. In my mind. And so I wonder…who am I to add to the noise? I guess it’s time to
At times, I read someone’s words or I listen to them for a while and I think: What nonsense! Because, believe it or not, dwelling here on earth I actually learn a thing or two. On occasion. And so, as I’ve had a chance to spend some time with the object or the concept in question, that someone’s conclusions don’t compute. The matter at hand seems to have slipped through their fingers. And I discover that this particular someone confidently doesn’t make sense to an audience who solely needs confident voices. Akin to a siren call. Sense or nonsense? Doesn’t matter. But I create an account. On social media. And I tell those confidently clueless demagogues influencers how wrong they are; and I ruthlessly demonstrate to their followers how stupid they are. Unfortunately, those morons fail to understand. And so I sigh. In my mind. In reality, I’ve never created that account. I just keep quiet. Sigh. And I
As I walk and walk and walk…I notice the quiet. What did I expect? I have failed. Failed to engage. Keeping those warm, encouraging words to myself out of fear that they never make it through the noise. Keeping those nasty, blunt words to myself as I am unable to sharpen them with empathy and tact. And I wonder…is it too late to
Out of fear, I ask. Perhaps…But what if the question shouldn’t concern itself with how things used to be? What if the question is the wrong tool? What if it is, instead, the answer so clearly visible on that sign, yet so easily ignored? A sign that says that it is time to