The milk of this world tastes so sweet.
Desperate to be a man
I need a taste of red meat.
I know you look down on me
Cause I’ve never killed a thing.
I have never waged a war.
How could I feel so defeated?
I know I don’t know what to fight for.
I don’t know what we’re fighting for
I have been overwhelmed in the past two days with pictures and feelings and empathies for the generation around me. The amount of infotainment, social site noises, dinging phones, and never-edited shared thoughts are a rising tide we are all caught in. Now, too late, we are swept along like debris on the swell of flood waters past everything meaningful. Things go by so fast while our heads are down trying desperately to connect to something great, to not miss a thing, all the while the things most missed, later when we are old and tired, have been passing right in front of us.
I am praying today for all my friends that the sense of a person’s shadow barely noticed, the hint of breeze on our face from a moving body nearby, the tone of a familiar voice floating in the distance as we are head-down on our mobile devices today will suddenly arrest us like a siren in the village, “Wake up! Wake up! The town of future loneliness is on fire.”
Let’s go put some water on it before it is too late.
A little time with those we love is like building a village we can one day retire in when things slow down.