The Lost Soul

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(Animation Credit: Elenor Kopka, giphy.com)

When we do not know something, we google it.

When we have some free moments, we check popular social media such as Facebook, Instagram, or even Tiktok

The world we live in, is abstract, we in our mind space exist in the world created on the 2D and 3D of technology shared by people who live lives unlike ordinary many me's

It has become an instinct to search for answers online, to entertain the already over-stuffed mind, to be dazzled by the extraordinary when you are more surprised by ordinary than the perfection so displayed

The more we search the more lost we have become

The jargons through simplified cannot fully define the turbulent feeling of a confused mind

There is a feeling of need to be fulfilled, that fleeting immediate need that feels hollow as we scroll away

It's more a habit rather than the search for meaning, for we are too tired

we feel too tired to chat online with people we have listed as friends anymore, the chat remains almost identical and the friends we used to know have drifted so much apart, we are strangers

Work, home, study, binge-watching shows, junk food, we try to forget the feeling of our self-isolated loneliness

We consume that toxic information in the news, get our hopes up with success stories knowing they are one in thousands of cases, never going to happen with the ordinary me

We search for love hoping it will bring joy and happiness, based on the romantic notion or ideas sold in the mainstream movies and best-selling books

We consume the beauty and fashion products out of glossy magazines, comparing, contrasting, differentiating, unconsciously we build bias perception of judging people by how they look, rather than how they actually are

Though we believe we are in control of our lives, are we really in control of our lives?

If we are, can we live without what we call ours, the phone we keep by the bedside, the cigarettes you intake each day, the bike which you joyride on the highway, the dates with dozen of your crushes, the things/habits/activities which you call yours but not you, can you live without them

Can you live without that attachment which you assume you cannot live without?

Is it joy we feel when we are in love or suffering? Waiting and waiting for your loved one to reply? We expect them to reply immediately but when expectation does not match reality, does not the feeling of attraction transforms into frustration?

Thinking along these lines...

Are Facebook, Instagram, and Tiktok connecting us, or are isolating us?

Are our expectations getting realistic or artificially idealistic? Are we seeing what is real and authentic versus the culture of celebrity adhered to by humans and otherwise?

By displaying only the best of ourselves, are we really being genuine? 

We are lost, drifting from stories after stories in the currents of social media, not actually living the life that we call our own.

The answers we are googling online and the life problems we are experiencing here and now as human beings, how can they ever touch the realities as they are?

Habituated by the fulfillment of immediate needs, have we lost something more precious; the human touch, slow, deep, but painstakingly real

Perhaps it is not loving we are searching for, or answers which are logically sound but still leaves behind a feeling of emptiness 

Perhaps what we are searching for is genuine heart to heart talk or just the affinity of the feeling of loss shared between the lost souls in the physical reality, the imperfection of living 

The love or fulfillment or happiness which we are expecting, they require deep consideration untainted by the expectation of some influencer

For what we love, whom we love when we love, how we love, and why we love is felt, decided, and realized by ourselves and the object or person of our endearment

In the end, hope is all we have despite the emptiness or feeling of loss

Hope. Perhaps we will find the answers we are looking for as we delve deeper and deeper into our own self, discovering what really matters to ourselves; purpose in life, the meaning of existence, and the reason why we are "The Lost Soul"

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