There’s a moment that happens in your life when you take stock of your relationships and what they mean to you. Who’s been there? Who really shares your core values? Who can you turn to when you need a connection?
Thinking about what all that means can be overwhelming. Because when you begin to think about those things, you begin to think about the journey of your life and who you really are.
Let’s face it. We’re living life right now so that we get likes on FB and Instagram. We’re putting out a false sense of self to the world that we’re always having a great time. Who’s Insta story is better than mine? It’s vicious FOMO and a hollow existence. It projects to the world that we’re not only ok, but that we’re thriving.
I’m sorry to burst the bubble, but your Instagram life is not who you really are. Your perfect food dish, or a picture of the latest sponsored product isn’t real. We’ve been taken over by fake perfectionism and social media influencers, who get paid sometimes, six to seven figures for one post. Hoping that you’ll go out and buy the product.
What condition does this cause? It’s isolating, and it stifles our own self discovery. Instagram doesn’t have a soul. You’re not having a real conversation with people when someone comments on your post.
I’m guilty of being in the social media world. I post on FB and Instagram. I try to keep it to things that have touched me or subjects that mean something to my soul. But a cat picture slips in every once in a while too.
I’m beginning to discover what I’m feeling as we go through the changes this country has gone through in the past couple of years, that people are trying to find their joy. For many, it the shallow world of social media. For many, like myself, it’s where does my soul fit in?
In these times of disconnection, where I’ve experienced being bullied on social media, where do we go for connection and true deep conversation? I go to my spouse, my family, and a few really close friends.
It’s hard to find deep connection. So many are phone addicted, that they connect through a text or a FB message. That’s a connection with a wall up that keeps the humanity out of the conversation.
For me, picking up the phone and hearing the voice of the person I’m communicating with is paramount. I want us both to be heard. Every nuance in the tone of our voices. Every crackle of emotion and the laughter in real audible tones. Not an LOL.
Sometimes, I’d really prefer our conversations to be in person. There is truly nothing better than a physical element with the people you’re connecting to. The hug hello, the few hours of conversation without the interruption of the phone. You know, how we used to do it.
There no greater joy for me then sitting with my family and holding my Great-Niece in my arms and chatting with the family members in the room about life. At that moment the connection is so real that hearts overflow. You can feel it in the energy in the room.
If we lose these moments, we will lose the true purpose of our lives. The connection between souls.
We’re an angry society right now. For so many reasons. Good reasons. Righteous reasons. And we do have to fight to maintain our very right to be who we are. We can’t turn our backs on that.
Let’s start by not turning our backs on our own selves. Give yourself the honor of knowing you have a soul that needs to be nurtured. And it needs connection. In real, deep ways that help heal that disconnect we’ve come to accept in our society.
Don’t text. Call. Visit in person when you can. Connect to the people you need in your life. The ones who’ll teach you what life and love are about. The more we share those lessons, the more we can silence the anger with action and true personal interaction.
March if you don’t agree with what’s going on. Don’t just send money and move on. March and feel the togetherness of a crowd of people in it together. The energy is palpable. That’s connection in motion. With your core. That’s the real you. Not Instagram you.
That what true connection is. Coming together for a common cause that lifts the community. Not to take it down.
Remember Sunday dinners? They barely exist anywhere anymore. Life before cell phones and social media. We talked. We laughed. There was connection.
Social media isn’t all bad. But you have to find the ways to use it for good. Don’t put a fake you out there. Suicide rates are rising. Why? In many cases it’s because of social media bullying, isolation, and the comparing our lives to the ones on content platforms. Those lives aren’t real. The content is planned and scripted. It’s not spontaneous. It’s no longer a window into a moment in others’ lives. It’s a window into who they want you to think they are.