Lately, life's been putting me through a ringer. Getting older hasn't been something that has upset me very much but watching the people around me get older has been hard, physically taxing and mentally challenging. If it were just the obviousness of loss, I wouldn't be writing in here. It's the combined knowledge of life's limitedness, confounded by the obvious truths of 'aloneness ' (a topic I've almost 'harped' on about here over the years) and then the emotionally charged slow everyday good byes we say to an ill parent or an ailing aunt. There is happiness in this world, but there is definitely a lot of sadness too. Sometimes I think, life's balances are somewhat skewed for a lot of us- so happy to start with and then, wham! Wave after wave, incoming loss, tragedy, drama, chaos, and loss again... You get the drift. So how do I balance it? I've learnt to go on beautiful hikes with anyone or no one but mostly with friends
When this online, public library began I dare say the influencers of today were probably in their nappies. And I am keenly aware, that there are so many opinions about the 'appropriate' use of social media- what you can publish, what you can say, what is appropriate and I wonder sometimes - why do we treat the internet, a vast alternate world of reality like it's limited. Don't get me wrong- ofcourse, we want to keep the creepy & perverted reflections of our world, off the net. Yet, even that has found it's space on the darknet- either ways I don't speak about that. What I do directly, implicitly talk about is, are the voices of those that have a problem with food posts, or exercise posts, or exhibitionist posts or any other posts that anyone else puts up. And these voices are louder in those that silently maintain accounts, creeping on everyone else's posts- guided by philosophy that reads like this: 'I don't use social media. But I see eve