The Plight Of Our Generation

Why is it that we believe that everyone is interested in our lives? We live in this state of hyperactivity on social media, updating every second of our day, somehow believing that people must be so fascinated by us and our 'happening' lives. When did we become so narcissistic? Why did we become so narcissistic?
When I bought a Moto E, everyone was shocked because, how in the world can I live without a front camera? How can I survive without taking a selfie? Nobody really cares, we're all too caught up with our own lives to focus on someone else's visit to Starbucks or whatever the latest cool place is. For that matter, why do I think people should read my blog? I'm not saying anything revolutionary or game changing. I'm just a young girl, not even a dot on the world map. Who cares what I say? How can I be so presumptuous as to assume that anybody would want to read what I write?
Why should every meal begin with a photo taken on Snapchat? Why should a photo session take place every time you meet a friend instead of actually having a conversation? Why? We've forgotten what it is to converse. When was the last time you had a meaningful conversation with a friend that didn't consist of what's up's and Ks? I'm equally guilty. I do it too.
Why can't we put our phones down? Why can't we stop making those goddamn duck faces? Frankly, I just find those disturbing. Why can't we stop adding filters to our pictures trying to make ourselves look beautiful in pictures? You don't look like yourself after a point, you know that? And you aren't fooling anyone. Why has taking selfies become a necessity? Why can't we just be? Live in the moment and not ruin it by saying, "let's take a selfie". Don't let it pass you by. Learn to be content. Learn to be happy. And then you won't feel the need to show it the world. Your smile will speak for itself.

Finding Your Inner Crazy

We live in strange times; where, the physical attractiveness of someone is determined by the number of likes on their Facebook profile picture, popularity by the number of followers on Instagram, talent by the number of followers on Tumblr, Wordpress or Blogger. Strange, isn't it? There was the Neoclassical age, the Age of Enlightenment, the Age of the Romantics, the Renaissance and now? What would this age be called? The Age of the Emoticons? Or the Age of Narcissism? We're all so caught up with our own lives, we don't even know what's going on in the lives of our friends and families. We're concerned about our hair. We're concerned about our body. We're concerned about our image. We're concerned only with our own opinion, with our own "gift". It's all about me, me, me.
We don't even stop to acknowledge the fact that our work, whatever it may be, hasn't been compared to the  We believe we are the best. Us aspiring writers fancy ourselves the next J.R.R. Tolkien or J.K. Rowling. The aspiring photographers fancy themselves the next big thing. The aspiring dancers imagine they're the next sensation to take the stage by storm. The singers hope to achieve the fame that Kishore Kumar and Lata Mangeshkar did and the bands want to be The Beatles. And that's good. It's great that all of us have such high expectations of ourselves. What we have to ensure is that those aims of ours aren't lofty and beyond our reach. All of us start out aiming for the stars and beyond. Most of us crash and burn. As much as we hate to admit it, all of us can't be great. So, my question to you is, are you going to risk crashing and burning to go after something you love? Do you really love it? Or do you give up and choose the more traditional route and become part of the mundane but practical workforce? That's the real test, isn't it? Being crazy enough to jump off the deep end? This new year, let's search within and find the crazy that all of us have tried to hide within ourselves and attempted to stamp into oblivion. It's nice to be crazy sometimes.