The crazy thing about the human condition is that we were already machines in a social construct. We are fed what to think by everyone around us, the media, our job, our beliefs and they all made us into machines that kept going and going until one day, we are about to die and we feel that we have never lived before and in these last moments, we are feeling life, fresh and new.
Except for the mystics, who have this immense grasp on living in the present moment, loving each moment and living life as if it is a new day that has never been experienced, despite living in routine day in and day out. They have something amazing and it is worth exploring maybe another time.
However, our attachments to social media or our phones has really led us into not feeling connected. It is so strange but that human touch is so much more sacred, so pure that if it is ignored, it will be detrimental to that person and even society at large. Although, I now live in the USA and my parents live in the UK, I do miss them but to know the true depth of that connection is only going to be discovered when I meet them. When I touch their feet (it is a spiritual custom to touch the feet of others as the divine is in them too) and take their blessings. When I give them a hug, that joy cannot translate itself in pictures, no matter if I do capture that perfect moment.
The other part of connection is the awareness of our memories and as I live away from my parents, my memories of my parents gives me connection, it makes me miss them and love them as if I was with them. In fact, my mind can even visualize that I am meeting them.
The point is how can I capture those memories if I am not present, if I am not observing my surroundings? Have you ever heard anyone remind you of a memory when you was on the phone? Like a deep memory. Not really. I can count on that I have probably missed so many memories because I was busy taking out my phone and trying to capture it. Then never looking at those pictures again. I can’t remember when I went into my photos app on my smartphone to go through the memories. Memories are meant to be imprinted in the mind not on phones.
When my brother died, I didn’t capture the moment he died on my cellphone. I lived through it with him. I wanted to experience the moment my brother would breathe his last. I allowed all that memory to be stored in my mind. Likewise, this is what I value today, that I was with him. That I held his hand, that I prayed that he would merge with the One.
We will all end up losing our loved ones and it is such a sad but inevitable part of life but if we have photos captured as well as memories then we are true winners. My point is that the generation(s) that just believes in taking pictures on their phone at any given moment, or we are looking down on our phones without living each moment, connecting with each action and thought we take, we will lose this great opportunity of being human.
Again, I often wonder about the nature of existence and I am so happy to be alive and that if my next breath were to be my last, I am happy.