it is not for me to question where the words come from, I just know they are not intended for me, I give voice to my eyes and all they capture. Inspiration and creativity comes from the most humble and unexpected places and for that I shall always be grateful. I write of Love or loss, people and places that move me to tears and of course there will always be food......Passion comes in many a strange and wonderful package !
Monday, 18 July 2016
Desperately Seeking.......
We are a curious breed.......we all have a need to be heard, to be listened to ............to be noticed.
There are a few in this world that hold a certain position, those that can spread the word, report on what they see.....as they see it and inform the rest of us on the daily activities of the rich and infamous !
But what is it we read, admittedly we all have that recognition gene within us, that aspect given to us by our Mother's........the attention seeking behavior that allows us to be fed, to be clothed to demand what ever it was we need to grow.......unfortunately the need has become something else, something bigger with an insatiable appetite.
Long gone are the days of direct experience, of talking to eachother face to face, information is passed around the world in seconds rather than days, weeks or dare I say it, in the form of a telegram
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Our longing for self-importance and the need to be recognized has turned into something quite ugly, the famous are mostly reported on due to their behavior, their shopping habits and what they were seen eating.
We judge too quickly, we all assist the passage of whispers, intentionally or not.......we add to the loneliness of the world, like feathers on the wind, our words are carried far, unfortunately are actions are more often not sensational enough to report on....to be recorded, to be celebrated.
When did we become so isolated, so lonely, giving away our personal power to others......our ability to communicate. Can we find our way back I wonder ?
How do we stop this obsession with the lives of people we will never meet, never truly know and quite honestly.......wouldn't cross the street to speak with, maybe in our isolation we may discover the answers we seek.....and not within the words of another's pen !
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