Each day I view Facebook – attempting to keep up with the flow of the latest news and gossip. I have to keep up with the flow because it’s a part of my job. I host an internet talk show and I must say; most of my talking is broadcasted via the talk show. It’s very hard for my thumbs and fingers to keep up the pace with these chat rooms, emails, text messages, soliciting and so on. The subjects are interesting and sometimes I like, but those chat rooms can be addictive. I love face booking, but my thumbs disable’s me from keeping up with all the hoopla.
Technology has truly been a blessing, but what will happen when Facebook or any other networking page is taken away? How would cyber society survive? People don’t talk anymore. We have so much technology; notebooks, kindles, I Pad’s, IPod’s, smart phones and I’m sure I’m missing something, but you get the picture. More than likely another mobile device is to be launched by the end of 2011. Laptops seem primitive. I suppose in the next ten years I will be touching my pulse on my wrist to answer a phone call or licking my lips to send out a text!
Whatever technology you may have or use, I still love my laptop because it’s user friendly. I can’t seem to use my smart phone like I want without making errors. As for the chat rooms; there is a new one almost every other day. I’ve noticed that I’ve become one of these morbid cyber people; loving to text and not wanting to talk. I suppose it’s easier to tell someone to kiss my ass or get lost in a text then perhaps stating it face to face.
I love Facebook, but life in this world is becoming impersonal. We rely so much on technology that we don’t know how to add, subtract or multiply without a calculator. Everything is instant. At one point I considered quitting the talk show being that everyone loves to text and chat on their smart devices. Communicating one on one by talking is becoming a thing of the past. I’m also caught up in the cyber syndrome. I can’t take a piss without my smart phone. What about you?
Think about it.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Time does not heel all wounds
It’s been a year and almost two months since my brother passed. I will never forget the time and the date it occurred. Every Friday it blows my mind to know that he’s gone and that I’ll never see him again. I was told that time heels all wounds, but sometimes it doesn’t. You can try to push the pain and sorry out of your head, but it never leaves the heart.
A co-worker lost her brother the other day and she says that she stops and cries all day long. I told her that it’s okay to cry and don’t try to stop. Let it all out. It’s going to be heavy on your heart every day. And perhaps one day you will stop crying, but the pain will still be there.
The day I lost my brother I felt as if a piece was taken out of my heart. It’s an indescribable feeling that is hard to explain. It weighs heavy on your heart and spirit although you know this is a duty we all will make someday. I explained to my co-worker that although death is a part of life it’s still hard to fathom. Maybe because reality sets in and we realize that this person will never be seen physically again. The only thing we have left is perhaps a picture or memory of that love one.
I’ve been trying a different approach on how to get over the pain. I just think about the funny things he would and say and laugh. He was also a talented musician. I would think about how he would play the guitar as if it was second nature. When conversing with my other siblings we reminisce on our past with him and conversations. My eldest brother took it the hardest because he was his first sibling. Not to say that we don’t grieve, but it’s different somehow. My eldest had the time to experience him as a baby and shared 2 ½ years with him alone.
When I talk to my oldest brother he always says, “I feel that I’ve let him down because I wasn’t there to protect him”. I had to explain to him that when our number is up there’s not anything that anyone can do. He walked his walked and we have to walk ours. Life is truly a journey that only ones self can make.
So…what is the answer to heeling the wound? It will never heel. You just have to embrace it and take the beating. Cry when you feel like crying. Laugh when you feel like laughing. Talk when you feel like talking. Now, I understand the meaning of cherishing and accepting people for who they are. Life is a vapor and we are only here for a season.
Think about it
A co-worker lost her brother the other day and she says that she stops and cries all day long. I told her that it’s okay to cry and don’t try to stop. Let it all out. It’s going to be heavy on your heart every day. And perhaps one day you will stop crying, but the pain will still be there.
The day I lost my brother I felt as if a piece was taken out of my heart. It’s an indescribable feeling that is hard to explain. It weighs heavy on your heart and spirit although you know this is a duty we all will make someday. I explained to my co-worker that although death is a part of life it’s still hard to fathom. Maybe because reality sets in and we realize that this person will never be seen physically again. The only thing we have left is perhaps a picture or memory of that love one.
I’ve been trying a different approach on how to get over the pain. I just think about the funny things he would and say and laugh. He was also a talented musician. I would think about how he would play the guitar as if it was second nature. When conversing with my other siblings we reminisce on our past with him and conversations. My eldest brother took it the hardest because he was his first sibling. Not to say that we don’t grieve, but it’s different somehow. My eldest had the time to experience him as a baby and shared 2 ½ years with him alone.
When I talk to my oldest brother he always says, “I feel that I’ve let him down because I wasn’t there to protect him”. I had to explain to him that when our number is up there’s not anything that anyone can do. He walked his walked and we have to walk ours. Life is truly a journey that only ones self can make.
So…what is the answer to heeling the wound? It will never heel. You just have to embrace it and take the beating. Cry when you feel like crying. Laugh when you feel like laughing. Talk when you feel like talking. Now, I understand the meaning of cherishing and accepting people for who they are. Life is a vapor and we are only here for a season.
Think about it
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