True Living?

Well I see looking at my page that I obviously am not a blogger. Whatever possessed me to begin must have been a fleeting dream...

So why am I writing now? Well, partly because I'm sick of being on Pinterest, Facebook and Instagram. I'm tired of letting everybody know everything I'm thinking this very second and doing and liking and wishing. Yet at the same time I love it! Isn't that why I'm this very minute composing my thoughts into sentences for anyone who wishes to read?

All of these connections help me to view the human race on a very intimate level. What is it that causes us to wake up in the morning? To go outside and enjoy the beauty of everything around us? Is it simply because we want others to see we have a life? That we're unique?

Is that what drives our every move now?

Let's be honest here. Everybody wants someone to see something they're doing. We want to be coveted and admired. So we post thoughtful status' or put up funny pictures or basically just try to make ourselves look like we really live. Not all the time, but that is the default setting isn't  it?

So is that what's causing us to get out of bed and go do something exciting? Is that why the drive today is to have an adventure everyday? Have we lost sight of the quiet enjoyment of just sitting outside and thinking? Yet now we feel the need to let everybody know->

 "Ahhh pretty sunset, just chillin! Text <3"

It all gives me such a headache. I fall prey to it too! I have been sucked into the whirlwind of this constant need to never be alone.

Isn't that what it all comes down to?

We are afraid of our own thoughts. More precisely put, we don't know how to think on our own. How often do you sit, with no music, no phone, no movie, not computer and simply read? Or think, or write?

When I was younger in my spare time I would read. I read constantly; silly books, good books and I never got sick of it. Yet now as I'm reading I find myself looking at my phone after about 15 min., then an hour later I have thirty new pins and started following three more people...but my book lay collecting dust.

I miss the days of not checking my phone. Not knowing when I got a new notification or that this one person I don't even remember from my old job years ago that i never talk to, just got out of a terrible relationship and though I barely remember them I now know the whole story because it was all over my news feed. Is that the type of stuff I want to fill my mind with?

I don't mean to bash social media like everyone who's obsessed with it loves to do; I just want to know how. How I can somehow find the contented middle and get back into the adventures I found on paper while doing those I find everyday.

Take me back to the true everyday adventures.