The scroll of life? There are so many names, events, and memories. Not every one of those is precious. Disconnecting from the non-relevant events/memories is not disconnecting from life, it brings back the younger heart.
Old age is for the Old, Youth is for the young, but;
NOTHING IN LIFE STOPS YOU FROM HAVING FUN...!
Middle age. (Is the glass half empty or half full) ?
Jane, this poem is a mirror to the modern soul—aching, scrolling, searching. But here's the thing: what if the scrolling, the endless loops, is just a desperate attempt to replace something primal? Touch. How many times did we touch our partner, our friend, our child yesterday? And how many times did we touch a screen? It’s like we’re trying to feel something—anything—through the haptic buzz of a device. But it’s not the same, is it? Your words cut through that numbness and remind us of what we’re really missing: Human touch. Connection. This is powerful stuff. Thank you!
I do miss the sparkle in a person's eyes when they are close to you. Seeing something for the first time and knowing a picture and description will not express what you see or feel. Scrolling and momentarily glancing at a photo then moving on when the person who took the picture is trying to make you feel what they smell, feel and see for a moment but most of us take a quick look then scroll on by.
Yes, I agree with this so much. It has caused us as humans not to really see those closest to us also. As humas we have the attention span of a guppy (yes, it’s true!). Thanks so much for commenting, Paul
The struggle is real. One day at a time.
Thanks, Rod
The scroll of life? There are so many names, events, and memories. Not every one of those is precious. Disconnecting from the non-relevant events/memories is not disconnecting from life, it brings back the younger heart.
Old age is for the Old, Youth is for the young, but;
NOTHING IN LIFE STOPS YOU FROM HAVING FUN...!
Middle age. (Is the glass half empty or half full) ?
IT'S HALF FULL JANE
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Jane, this poem is a mirror to the modern soul—aching, scrolling, searching. But here's the thing: what if the scrolling, the endless loops, is just a desperate attempt to replace something primal? Touch. How many times did we touch our partner, our friend, our child yesterday? And how many times did we touch a screen? It’s like we’re trying to feel something—anything—through the haptic buzz of a device. But it’s not the same, is it? Your words cut through that numbness and remind us of what we’re really missing: Human touch. Connection. This is powerful stuff. Thank you!
Thanks for commenting and sharing your insight
Deep …. Also feel like this at times….
ANYONE OUT THERE.?
Write on dear one, Di
Thanks so much, Diana
I do miss the sparkle in a person's eyes when they are close to you. Seeing something for the first time and knowing a picture and description will not express what you see or feel. Scrolling and momentarily glancing at a photo then moving on when the person who took the picture is trying to make you feel what they smell, feel and see for a moment but most of us take a quick look then scroll on by.
Yes, I agree with this so much. It has caused us as humans not to really see those closest to us also. As humas we have the attention span of a guppy (yes, it’s true!). Thanks so much for commenting, Paul