A few weeks ago when I was getting my eyebrows microbladed, the girl doing my eyebrows Crista Nicole said the greatest thing.
“I just feel like Instagram is that hot popular girl in highschool that everyone wants to be friends with, but secretly nobody actually likes”.
Maybe I am just going through a phase. Maybe I am kind of depressed with the state of the world. Maybe I am soooo sick of all the bullshit. But there’s just this little spark inside me that says, there’s more than this. There’s more than staring at a tiny screen as soon as you open your eyes in the morning. There’s more than getting high off of internet likes. There’s more than constantly comparing your life to others. There’s more than consuming, changing your apartment decor every week, or sharing a zillion photos of your dog.
I’m just feeling like… we are doing this to ourselves. We dislike that we are in this constant state of wanting more. More followers. More engagement. More content. More more more more more. But we feed this beast. We feed it every time we get annoyed that our significant other is talking to us, because we’re reading on our phone. We feed into it every time we spend hours choosing the right outfit, Googling the right coffee shop, searching for the right hashtags. I always shy away from posting these types of blogs because A: I don’t want to be a downer. And B: I’m a hypocrite. But aren’t we all?
I think I often get sucked up into this feeling that basically I haven’t found my calling yet. That I have dabbled in lots of things I like, but I don’t think I’ve fully unlocked that fiery passion that I love yet. I definitely don’t think I am alone in feeling this way either. I just often feel like I am capable of more or that my life should have more meaning, more impact. That there is more I can be doing.. That my focus should maybe shift. That I am wasting time on things that don’t matter in the grand scheme of life. It’s hard to think about life because it’s uncomfortable. I just think I need to do some soul searching because I don’t feel content, and I am not sure why. Part of the problem I think, is that I don’t have a clear idea of where I want to go. I just think that I have this incredible life to live, and I want to make it worth while.
Did you know the odds of actually becoming a human are something like 1 in 400 quadrillion? I got that fact from the Internet, so it’s 100% true ;)… but if you really consider it.. All of us have won the biggest race of our lives. We are alive on this earth. We beat out everybody else in the race, and we are here.. But why?? To tap on Instagram photos? To talk about toothpaste or Iced Tea? Come on people, you do not stand for Iced Tea.
I’ve often felt like I want to break away completely from social media, or dreamed of living in an era where it didn’t exist. Where you were free to find yourself, your passions, your desires- on your own- without the influence of hundreds of thousands of people. I think the internet and social media make you want things you don’t need and make you question your own, life, body, house, etc. I’m a marketer, but I am sick of being marketed to. From the moment we take our first breath on this planet people are telling us what to do. How to live. Movies and advertisements, the internet, everything we see as we grow up shapes our minds as to what a “good life” should look like. What success looks like. What a good family looks like. What beauty is. What is important.
What if everything you’ve ever learned about living was all wrong?
This post doesn’t get wrapped up with a pretty bow and a quirky idiom filled ending with a call to action. I don’t have any answers, I just know that my life is important, and so is yours.