When I see people staring at their phones, I recall the scene in many movies when a family member or lawyer visit an inmate in prison. Two chairs facing one another, yet separated by glass. Each side of the glass hosts a different reality. Depending on which side of the glass you sit, your understanding of freedom is defined.
I realize that the more I stare at square and rectangular screens, the tighter their grip is on my life. I thought I was the free one. But each day, my attention to the flickering pixels grows. Captivity that I choose isn’t captivity, right?
I recently read an article that put my prison in perspective. I highly encourage you to read it.
When everything is said and done, I know that I’m not going to wish that I had spent more time posting music videos of Drake on Facebook.
I realize that I can express my emotions and thoughts of:
But I don’t think I know how to be with:
like I used to.
Being requires for me to be present. It demands time. It can be messy, awkward and uncomfortable. Nevertheless, life is sacred. It deserves my full attention. Being aware of the air I breathe opens up a well of gratitude that I never thought I had.
I don’t have any easy answers to my predicament. Nor do I want them. But, for the next few weeks I want to explore different paths to lead me out of this prison. You are more than welcome to join me!