I know what I ought to do. That doesn’t mean I will or that, doing, I’ll succeed.
I ought to sign off. I ought to sign out—be done and away with the distractions.
The attention isn’t real. It’s just others killing idle time—no different than my own spend of what cannot be earned nor returned.
We’re worth more than that—another’s idleness.
We’re worth another’s attention. We’re worth knowing another cares.
Others are worth our giving and showing of the same.
In our attempts to connect we isolate ourselves, deferring first into a fiction before engagements of real life, then wonder why it is we’re lonely, struggle to make a friend.
What have we done? Posted, expected another to care and say should they find?
It isn’t real. It isn’t true and never will be.
Maybe we’d all be better stepping back, signing off or disengaging from the apps, alarms, and notifications that distract and deter from the gift of actual LIFE.
I’ve been absorbed so long, how do I actually make a friend, not one as easy (and empty) as a button-click on screen?
Here’s to less posting and more presence. Here’s to giving myself to those within my world who care and not seeking to impress or hold attention of others who do not.
Life’s short. Life’s special. It’s bigger than a pocket-screen.
I know what I ought to do. Less talk, no dwell: just do.
Addictions come in many forms. This is one to me.
Here’s to signing off. Here’s to signing out—to made effort again toward actual art and gift of living.
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(For anyone looking to keep in touch–away from the social networks–I can be reached at byronmccoywriting@gmail.com.)