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There is no longer a question of what social media is. It has invaded us and conquered our lives in many different ways. Unfortunately it looks like many are so deep into it they no longer see how they have already been transformed. Like the sheep following the shepherd.

It was coined social media for a reason – it is a form of public communication. It is also an article that has to embellish truth to garner attention.

A journalist has two separate tasks. The first is to dig deep to find as much facts as possible. Generally this isn’t as hard as before since Google came into the picture. On the flip side no doubt, there will always be people who will know more than you because of this – yet it does help for someone to put the pieces together and serve it on a silver platter.

The next step is to catch a reader’s attention. I did a short journalism course which explained how to write articles. The main idea I got from that is to start with the most interesting aspects first, then follow it up by the non-juicy details. Now unlike a book which has a fancy cover, an article needs to be interesting enough at the beginning to draw you to conclude it was any good. It also doesn’t help that our attention spans have dwindled with the passing time.

Now put social media into the mix and you have now nominated everyone as a budding journalist. People love to have as many likes as possible and so they put their best foot forward – only. What’s even worse with the short attention span, you will never get the details, just a short sentence, a picture or a video.

While an article needs to be fleshed out to have any credibility, social media doesn’t. It leaves you to imagine the facts of reality. Then you have that feeling like you “should” know this person because after all, he/she is your friend…

I have a tendency to hold on to friendships. Once I call a person a friend it gets so hard to have the feeling taken away from me. And add to that I do live in a beautiful bubble that every person has a good side and one day they will show it to me.

A friendship will never prosper without some likeliness, some connection, or just some karmic ties which bring us together. From those early days of shared laughter came growth of individuality and the slow but steady realization of truth. With the shining light of truth, no demon shall lay low. It shall immerse itself in flames and set fire to its cohabitants.

It has been a long journey, but I finally accept my gift of intuition. To go against what others think even if I be left alone. To be guided by the inner spirit in seeking what is required.

The pieces still lay broken, and I walk away, not intending to pick it up like before.

The world tends to teach you to look outside for the answers. With the advent of the Internet, this behavior is further emphasized. Social media encourages comparison, keeping you wondering whether you have been wasting all your time.

Yet behind this there is also places you can go where people are wondering if they have trully lost their way. Whether they have failed that ultimate dream we seem to all be trying to get to. You see, that is part of the problem – we are all trying to get there. If everyone was aiming for the same pot of gold, we all know not everyone will get it. Sure we can argue that it is like the Sochi Winter Olympics at the moment. One gold medal and 2 consolation medals to stake your claim in the world. Yet thousands of hopefuls throw their life and bodies into it.

Where does that leave us? We can’t always get the number one position in life, but it would sure help if you still feel a sense of purpose even if you do not make it. For many of the Olympians, it is the journey that counts more than the end result. Otherwise, your passion for success will only take you so far sometimes. And in the case of the snow, sometimes God has other plans.

How do we start to take on the world? Search within. Within where the heart beats and the mind ticks. Where your cells take care of themselves of your every need. Deeper within which is the source of your life. That being that is waiting to express itself but has been blocked by all that noise, those distractions.

I haven’t got there yet, but I am finding ways. Take some time out. Don’t fill every second of your time with something for the sake of it. Stop that obsessive filling in of your moments to avoid that ticking in your subconscious. Because if you don’t, it will only get louder later on and your body may no longer be in the best position to take full advantage.

Yet don’t worry. The life plan will be lenient. If you are meant to find it you will. Just remember that life is more a journey than a means. A transition between consciousness.

Astrology is helping me to get there. Find your mentor which you can rely on. There is so much to explore about yourselves without looking outside.

It forms so many opinions in the course of the day. I notice that by the time I sit down to write / type the number of ideas that have floated through my head are countless. It is like a bottomless pit waiting for an anchor or boats to dock. Could this really be a good thing?

The trouble I face is that the thoughts are rather disorganized and disjointed. Like not making a head or tail or on any particular topic. Just my emotionally infused random fleeting moments of self and outer discovery. Contemplated for a while and then whistled away in the wind.

Just like the clouds…

Although at the point of conception they mean a lot. They probably still do. Maybe they have a story to be told. Maybe it is just a current of verbal emotion. It really is hard to tell. I have to slowly discover this.

Today I decide that I would like to write a little bit more. The truth is I do enjoy writing, it surprises me how little of it I actually do. And so it goes for a few other hobbies. Like it has been somehow put under the carpet. Strange as it seems, I have never really explored this. Perhaps it is a mental block in growth.

I hope that one day I will be an avid writer – not only that but also a great communicator. It takes courage no doubt, but also practice. Like every accomplished person, it comes down to the actual work and effort being put into something.

What I will actually write about is hard to picture right now. At the very least it is good to know I am making a start.

I have been searching for a while. A healing salve for the aching heart. The silencer for the ever busy mind. When did it all begin? Will the bells stop whistling inside? Have I made a true pact with reality or am I still carrying on the burdens of the past? And what good is a compromise?

Going through sorrow is a part of life. It makes us stronger, mature and more aligned with ourselves. When a painful event races through existence there first comes shock and sharp agony. Then the phase of fantasy of the times before. Or perhaps regret. The wheel of time continues to turn and we slowly realize that the world still revolves no matter how we feel. The cloudy visions start to become clearer and the future looks a little more promising. But is the lens tinted or is it clear? Can it ever be fully clear again?

When you are involved in a car accident as the driver, do you feel fear sitting in front of the steering wheel? Do we drive with extreme caution, slow down excessively and avoid peak hour traffic? Are we condescending to other adept drivers?

Or perhaps a messy heartbreak has torn you apart. Do we give as much as we did before? Do we trully love without obstruction? Are we genuinely rid of the past person who we no longer call upon? Can we really cherish another’s happiness?

I’ve lived what I recall as a painful childhood. An emotional scarring which over time has evolved itself. To a point I don’t stop to think how I became me. Like in a new relationship; you don’t think about what happened in a previous knot. At least not consciously.

And yet silently I have come to accept the seething wounds are there screaming out from its prison. Like a medieval witch tied to a post fighting its way out of a burning demise as the fire cackles in hysteria. Thrown in a deep well which still holds the echoes of a life long gone. Haunting, beckoning. Through the decrepit walls of silence.

Would there be salvation? A memory wipe to restart the fallback? The drink of forgetfulness? Through revelations of thoughts I have come to understand we have these experiences for a reason. The divine tides are manipulated by the invisible threads. The element of a lesson often bites us so hard we fail to see its meaning.

I feel one step closer to finding out why I am here. On this earth. Taking in the air. There is a constructive reason for every negative event. But you must pay attention to it and not push it away. Less the demon consume you slowly but painfully into a silent depression on your deathbed. These voices must be heard and transformed. Into a purpose. Understanding. And warm loving strength. A hard struggle for sure. I believe it will be worth it in the end.

Running to the corner turning into a sprint. A hard right, then down the stairs into the level below. Heart racing, I run, dive into the corner and hide. Lost. Perhaps perplexed with doubt. Turning up is a light shining through the window. A glimmer of hope. A butterfly which cannot be caught. The ray remains teasing the leaves. I glean and examine while the cool breeze weaves its magic. Nothing. Not even a caterpillar in sight.

A scurry to the next floor. Into a closed door and out onto the main lobby. There is no doorman, only a shadow of a lurking statue tall and menacing. Yet I’ve seen it before so I only heistate if but for a second. The walls change colour – but it is but my imagination. Time ticks in a drone softer than my footsteps. And I start to feel hazy, and the solid floor starts to feel tingly on the soles of the feet.

And lethargy comes. Again.

I would come across this phrase in an adventure game.  Not the first time I have heard it and certainly not the last. Derived of the fate of King Sisyphus, it represents the never-ending toil of what would superficially seem meaningful. In efforts of pure intent, the hill shall stand in the way of the  gargantuan task of a round piece of mass getting onto the other side. While the boulders are rolling up and down the hill, could we all just be animated pieces of rock in Newton’s cradle of perpetuation?

There exists the art of telling the future. We have all heard stories where the unfathomable visions had become dreaded (and sometimes blessed) occurrences. In most cases he is the peddler in the middle of the desert – offering much to whoever wishes to indulge its supply, yet seemingly unneeded in the harsh sandy dunes and even dobbed a mirage of convoluted explanations. Yet while many have been left starstruck from this experience we have left our dynamic pieces of hopeful selves to conjure up fickle and often unfavorable reasonings to the unexplainable

“An act of satanism!” cries the religious

“Deluded but cheap entertainment” from a socialite

“A misconstrued theory!” woes the intellect upon a path of Albert Einstein

And a small voice squeaks in some of us “an act of nature and a spiritual blessing”

While I do not doubt the possibility and true accounts of the experienced, I do still strongly believe there is a great element of change. Does it come from plugging out of the Matrix, putting on the hat of the Adjustment Bureau or a taste of the law of attraction? Or perhaps we are treading along a never-ending cycle, with the voice that speaks the loudest dictating our thoughts.