It’s a twister…

It’s been one of those days where I feel like I’m standing in the eye of a tornado. Calm (or at least faking it well), while everything swirls around me, trying to catch and deal with what I can as it flies by. Apparently this is a good thing- very zen, or so I’ve heard. The yogi in me likes the idea of allowing the bad to swirls around, pulling out the good I can and not letting everything else get me down. The fighter in me tells me I’m crazy, that the zen bullshit isn’t going to get to the root of any of my problems. There has to be a balance in there somewhere, hell if I know.

In the midst of the twister, I started thinking about how we all participate (or don’t) in life. I came of age during the internet explosion, where AIM and chat rooms gave way to Facebook, Twitter, and MySpace (sad trombone). Websites came and went faster than anyone can count and in the blink of an eye, we had smartphones with the world at our fingertips. And how do we use it? To disconnect and further dig ourselves in to a hole, isolated from those around us. The world at our fingertips- thousands of years of knowledge just waiting to be explored. And what do we do with it? We sit in a room, alone with our keyboard, blank staring at the screen. Playing flash games. Winning arguments with internet phantoms. We’ve checked out of real life- most adults rarely step foot in a library. Or talk to a stranger at the coffee shop. Or offer a kind word on the sidewalk. Instead of brining us together, we’ve been driven apart, living in our own little corners in the net and in real life. Gutenberg’s world thirsted for a new book every 6 months- we get a new webpage every 6 seconds. And this is how we use it. Mr. Feeny was right- we deserve what we get.

Maybe I don’t need to choose between zen or fighting. Maybe I can have both. And either way, I’m participating in life.

Are you?

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