This is a lovely post sent to me by D. Please read this poetry, imagine…just imagine, and…
Lonely . . .
It seems an epidemic: Loneliness!
For in a world with so much connectivity, we find ourselves living in our own little islands. Isolated. Alone.
The once-loved sound of a telephone ring, who could it be? Now replaced with dread — a telemarketer.
The warm timbre of a loved one’s voice, now replaced (if at all!) by texts and emails, icons and hashtags.
It’s like within so much humanity . . . we’ve lost our humanity.
We’ve become test-tube humans. Sterile. Cold.
Remember the poor little experimental monkeys researchers deprived of a mother, instead feeding through cold tubes. And the life-long psychological damage this lack of touch and love inflict.
It’s like we have become the monkeys. Untouched. Unloved.
Fed with our cold plug-in gadgets, but deprived of the warm hands-on interactions that our human spirits and souls so deeply crave.
So what can fill that emptiness?
What’s the remedy?
How do we heal a society that’s grown so cold to human interaction?
It must begin with each one of us. In baby steps.
Who can I visit today? Who can I call?
Who can I banter with, here at Starbucks, at the store . . . that stranger there, in line next to me. That member of my big, human, planet-sharing-family, here in the same space/time as me. Breathing the same air . . .
What can I say in attempt to connect?
(See my post, Deep Philosophical Three Minute Conversations)
Some will accept. Smile. Even hug.
Some will shun. Saunter off, unphased.
And yet, I feel, it’s worth the try.
Worth feeling awkward.
Because, sometimes, I manage to get through. To connect.
Sometimes a tender nerve is touched. Kind words are exchanged. Tears flow between our eyes.
Sometimes I make a new friend — some lasting.
And sometimes I seem to shatter the loneliness each one of us silently hides.
And break through to feeling warm.