My story seems pretty awesome when I find myself telling it to others (often in segments divided over many sessions). They listen, with keen attention and remark at how unique and fascinating my back-story is. But to have merely lived it, for it to be simply my own… it seems dull and pedantic. I want to be engaged in the life the listener thinks is mine. This real version is just not as exciting.
We will notice it (well, at least one or two of us will). That person, or group, will foment concern And we will look up, worried. We will wonder, “what must we do, how must we proceed?” And, after many years of hand-ringing and social brow-beating we will do nothing… nothing. We will acquiesce… it will become the norm. Our fears will be assuaged by the cooling balm of time and routine. We will forget that we ever had any concern at all. We will laugh at those who feared it, once. Laughter, laughter with our heads buried in our phones, our t.v. our media, our social… well, our social distractions. We will adapt and move on.