I'm sitting at my desk and I look to my left. I look behind me, and I look to my right. The common denominator? Everyone's on Facebook. Ironically, I was the first one on at work and got everyone else to join.
People ask me now why I left. There are a lot of different answers. The ugly facelifts, wanting back my life...but when you get down to the nitty gritty, it's about what I value. What really matters?
It's the meaning of life question that everyone asks. It's about relationships and people. This, coming from a person so comfortable with tasks. Getting it done.
I know this means I have to live an uncomfortable life in order to have a fulfilling one. To have a life of quality.
It's about reaching out of my comfort zone beyond the tasks so that there will be someone to go to during the times when I really want to share something. Quality of life includes having a community who genuinely cares for you as a person and if you don't show up for awhile you'll be missed.
I border on introversion and extroversion. It depends on the period of my life and what is going on. Most of the time, it's simpler to focus inwards. To feel like I've completed something, gotten something done. Tasks over people. But it's not satisfying. Just simpler.
The moments in my life that satiate my spirit have been true connections with people. Often while traveling. It can be with strangers you strike up conversations with that go deep--then you never see that person again. Or friends, family, and loves you share your lives with--beyond the surface scratchings. People who know how ugly you can be but love you despite it all.
That's why I don't like Facebook. It doesn't feed that need in me for a deep connection. To understand another human being spirit to spirit. It's time I'd rather spend writing a handwritten letter, speaking to a person on the phone, or visiting with a person face to face.
Now, where is that stationary?...
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