A thousand days later, I’m still the same guy chasing the same dreams. I often envy the success of others and I often envy the attention other people get, but I am human after all. Then, I remind myself of how shallow all these other people are, and I stay content with my own life, and success. I often find myself analyzing the world and how people behave in it. I look at social media and how people evolve over time to be attention-seekers. Whatever happened to good-old fashioned down-to-earth people. As this whole complex is relatively new in our world ever since the emergence of technology, we must ask ourselves to what extend do we want to establish this normal. Have people lost their mind entirely and why don’t most reflect on the impacts this may have on their lives?

At first, you may argue and say this is inspirational, up-building content but then again for whom? Is it for the person itself or for the viewers? The viewer might marginalize this as a normal and instead of motivating themselves to train for their wellness, they will train to obtain these looks. Chances are, they are inspiring themselves from people that have dedicated decades of their lives into looking like that, however people don’t realize that. Most will attempt the same and over time, they will either quit, or get injured in the process, and then what? Disappointment and the sense of failure? The same can be said about the emergence of “models” everywhere. Don’t people realize that beauty is a feeling and not a look? Don’t people also realize that physical beauty passes away like everything else in life, and then what?

People fall into depressions and they go “soul-searching” but, they have inspired themselves from false-images. A lot of content nowadays are staged and faked, and what people don’t understand, a lot of these people don’t enjoy these moments. They end up spending these moments preparing shoots and thinking about the likes and content they will be posting later, or where they can prepare their next like/winning shot. I know this, because part of me has already been in this game. It becomes a curse and beauty is only a matter of self-perception.

On my end, I have been blessed to be able to be aware of my own flaws and to seek to distance myself from this crazy world. A lot of people suddenly having exposure and everybody jumping for attention. We can’t even fart anymore without someone having a camera onto you so they can post their next “fail”, “amazing”, “win”, “stupid” or “crazy” moment. I soon realized I don’t want to be part of that. A lot of people don’t feel confident and, where are they? Suddenly everyone seems online-confident but, people don’t change, and they just change perception but fundamentally, these are loose-as-it-gets until they realize they are into way deep, and nobody cares about them anymore. Then, it’s soul-searching time and we have another depressed/lost/miserable person that someone else must take the burden for. Maybe a significant other, maybe the children or maybe the parents and friends, but someone down the lines pays with this burden.

Chances are, I’m just venting about things I notice and see, and wonder to what extent are we going to allow this to ourselves before we understand that to bring people up, we must bring our ways up as way. Doings good things because we want to and not because we are looking to gain something from it. I write because I hope someone out there enjoys reading normal things, and normal thoughts and what do I gain from this? Nothing. I don’t advertise this, I don’t post pictures of my chest and arms, I don’t make it about my ego and some attention/seeking purpose and even though I could do it all as well, I chose my battles elsewhere where I can be fulfilled and in peace.

Technology is changing our society and while I see only the good in it, I understand there are bads as well. There are bads people don’t even realize yet, but they will live the pain unfortunately and we, as a society, don’t do enough to prevent. My life for me has always been a turmoil however I rather be disappointed because I didn’t reach a goal in time I expected to rather than saying the wrong things online or not getting enough likes and views in a month. My messed-up life, in my eyes, is worth a thousand lives lived online in shadow of my own demise.

I have a truly blessed heart.