The year of being mindful.
When we are grateful, we are full of gratitude. When we say, “Be careful,” we wish for someone to be full of care. When we are mindful, we desire to be full of mind. A mind embedded in skin, a mind in each eye, a mind in every tastebud.
It is near-impossible to be mindful in a world where strangers assess your worth in 140 characters over 3 seconds. Real-time can preclude me-time. Content farms hyper-grow answers and none of those roots go deep.
I watched my son drink water from his glass. I realized the white of his glass was creamier than the white of his shirt. I noticed how his hair stood up in scattered tufts, like a refugee from shojo manga. His eyes shone above the plastic rim, two dark brown moons emerging from behind a white Earth. He glugged and chugged away and, when all the water was gone, handed me his glass, smiled brightly, and said, “Aaah.”
As we hurtle headfirst into the cloud, the internet of things, amazed by our crowdsourced cleverness, we need to remember to be mindful of what matters. Otherwise we could end up merely retweeting others, not having anything of our own to share.
December 31st, 2009 at 1:50 am
Wow.
I feel this.
Working in media (brand management) I spend so much of my time thinking of new ways to paint garbage a different colour and convincing other people its a solid option.
Sometimes we need to unplug to see clearly.
Your best post Leigh and it doesn’t feature a flexible nib.
January 5th, 2010 at 1:51 am
gustung-gusto ko ito, ang ganda-ganda ng pagkakasabi, totoong-totoo ang nilalaman. salamat.
January 5th, 2010 at 1:48 pm
I ended with a wide smile after reading it. Music rings from somewhere