Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Real Life


There's nothing like removing one's self from the hustle and bustle of things.

I've found myself trying to shut off the noise and in this day and age, it is so hard.

It is so hard to disconnect, turn off, dodge, silence, or walk away.

It is so difficult to ignore the constant influx of emails, tweets, comments, texts, social media messages, etc...

I have to remind myself that even though the digital world is here, it is not real life.

Real life is sitting at a table with a friend and engaging in a conversation.

Real life is watching the sunset or spending time with your family.  

It is a baby being born or an old person passing on to the next life. 

It is being in the kitchen with my mom laughing and exchanging recipe secrets.

Reality is traveling and exploring the earth by foot, bicycle, train, car, plane or spaceship and learning about how the world and universe live firsthand. 



**My second or third year at UCLA, an English professor asked the class to gaze into the window. The sun was setting and there were beautiful hues of red, orange, and blue decorating the sky. She asked us, "What do you see? You see the past and you see the future." I took that as since the sky was in between day and night, I was seeing what the day was and was it was to become. Next she asked, "What else do you see in the window? You see yourself." 

When she said that, my eyes fixated on my reflection and I felt infinite.
 




5 comments :

  1. I do embrace your views on the real...reality....and fortunately I am still in touch with it, not enough as I should be though.

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  2. This is a beautiful post! And I agree with you completely. My favourite place is always outdoors surrounded by nature, and spending time with my small group of beloved family and friends.

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  3. A very wise teacher indeed. B

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  4. Wonderful post about what’s really important in life! I like that exercise from your UCLA class about gazing out the window and especially how you fixated on your reflection and felt infinite.

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