“Extreme hopes are born from extreme misery.” ~ Bertrand Russell
Somewhere along the way, I succumb to the narcissistic nature of man. My life has shifted into being about me, even though that is most definitely not what I wanted. When I first started focusing on Social Media as an outward motion, in August 2008, I set a goal, post at least one tweet a day. I later changed that goal, in October 2008, to pushing out a positive motivation, because it was what was necessary at the time, with the collapse of the financial sector. I also always tried stepped out of my way to throw out a tip, or assistance when I had an answer.
I still try to help people with their questions or problems, but I’ve also begun injecting my stories on top of their stories rather than listening. I’ve reversed my value proposition, I’m not listening anymore. I answer rhetorical questions. I project myself into stories. I fail at doing what I was good at. Listening.
I look at what I’m providing now, and it’s weak. I’ve become apathetic to just about everything. My passion towards life has been drained, to the point where I have to get that quick hit of social media bliss, a simple rise, a reaction at any cost. I need to change, something, anything, everything. I need to figure out what I want, from life. Life is short, too short, to live emptily.
“The fear of death is nothing compared to the fear of having not lived authentically or fully.” – Frances Moore Lappe
Starting tomorrow, I change back into Jimminy the Cricket, as much as I hate being called Jimminy Cricket. I will become the listener, again. I will focus on my value added, and my value taken. I will skip the cheap laugh, reserving respect. I will be happy; it’s a hell of a lot easier getting through life when you’re happy, even when times are rough.
At the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.” ~ Lao Tzu