Honestly, I constantly struggle with coveting. It doesn't matter that
social media allows people to plaster their 2 dimensional selves on our
internet windows. It serves a purpose, but if its the only window I
look out of all day, I don't see the real you walking by or the real sun
shining. The internet, a labyrinth with tiny portions of our selves,
fragmented thoughts, 1 second images void of scent, sound, touch, but
our brain sees it and fills in those gaps. I can get lost in the
endless tunnels of information and images, its fun! But its dank and
dark and I'm walking alone. I look around and it appears the two
dimensional you crossed everything off their bucket list last weekend.
Thus I covet and its even more pathetic than that, because I'm jealous
of the paper doll version of you. To me, everyday you get up and walk
barefoot in paradise. I do know two people, though, with vision so pure
they cannot even compute what it means to compare. They play in green
pastures.
1 comment:
So very true. I'd much rather post adorable pictures on facebook than other wretched details. I won't be posting about two weeks ago when I retreated from the cockroach invasion at my house to my sisters home at midnight on a Wednesday. Taelyn refused to sleep next to me. There is plenty of room in that queen size bed, but she insisted that mommy sleep in the middle. I did not feel loved, but I didn't care. I just wanted to sleep before I had to be up for work the next day!
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