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Lots of Rabbits, Lots of Holes

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As another year arrives on our doorstep, it’s time to predict the size and shape of the upcoming ride. Many like to entertain the possibilities of fresh starts, clean slates, or open roads. Others mark falling calendar pages as nothing more than the routine business of spinning clock hands. I sit somewhere outside both of those conceptualizations.

When daily existence is locked on a curve, turning endlessly around a fixed circle, it’s impossible to see what’s ahead. The looping, habitual mundanity of making only left turns doesn’t offer the freedom to target the horizon or look beyond the here and now. One foot in front of the other. Spin. Spin. Spin. Repeat.

But I am supremely grateful that the alignment of contemporary society and its increasingly isolated construction followed the trajectory of my unbalanced concoction of brain chemicals. The opposite would have been a living nightmare, and I can’t imagine what those who deeply crave human interaction and attachment are feeling right now.

When I was the happy-go-lucky party guy—ready for adventures and experiences, thrilled to be part of a bonded collective, and watched the world through optimistic eyes—the only way to achieve connection was through proximity and physical touch. Screens didn’t steal eye contact. Plans weren’t canceled or postponed with a last-minute text. We all seemed to stand on similar pages. Now we’re simply hidden away in covert caves, writing separate stories.

So, is this merely a chicken or egg scenario? Does the perpetual retreat of mankind into solitary silos cause our chemicals to shift at a biological level, or do we just adapt to whatever technological environment is presented to us? It’s a question that may not get answered until a few more generations have run the gauntlet.

But one thing is certain: If I still had the neurobiological makeup and sociable motor of my “former self” and was forced to navigate this modern minefield of dwindling attention spans, evasive maneuvering, and social media manipulation, I would have lost my mind even earlier.

Good luck to us all as we continue to jump, dodge, bob, and weave.

We’re going to need it.

Adolescence Interrupted

It’s Good to Be Great

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A half-assed, low-energy path of least resistance culture has produced a stagnating, lethargic, and apathetic society. Effort used to be something celebrated, and an eagerness to excel was applauded and lauded. Someone willing to go to extreme, sometimes unorthodox lengths to constantly create, tweak, and perfect was seen as an innovator worthy of respect and admiration.

Now, the people who are labeled as “excessive,” “obsessive,” or “unrelenting” are often ridiculed and mocked for their unwavering focus. A nagging irony exists that those who spend their lives consumed with problem-solving are precisely the people who deliver the technology, tools, and medical advances that exponentially benefit society. We desperately want the ends but can’t seem to respect or appreciate the means.

We are drowning in mediocrity, and it’s become impossible to walk down the street without running into a never-ending procession of Joe Schmoes, necks permanently drooping toward the bug-zapper blue light of the planet’s most addictive time suck. We seem to be perfectly delighted wasting our lives consuming nonsensical content, permanently affixed to the back seat of our own journey, happily and readily relinquishing all agency or even the notion of reaching for the wheel.

We far too often choose easy, simple, and fast over compelling, challenging, or complicated. Instant gratification and a zombie-like adherence to endlessly refreshing feeds have made us lazy, boring, and sad. Passion, for anything, is in dangerously short supply. Someday soon it may cease to exist altogether. 

You can’t force someone to be interesting or interested.

So what’s the solution? More of the same is obviously only leading to further mind-numbing isolation and an even greater reluctance to engage. That’s how problems are created, not solved. Left unchecked, this planet will continue to burn and decay, and we’ll be too enthralled with our devices to take notice or take action.

But we can start by appreciating and lifting up those who still have the will and courage to dedicate their time and attention to something bigger, heavier, and more consequential than app updates or comment notifications.

Adolescence Interrupted

Strangers in a Strange Land

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The rules have been rewritten. The destination is hazy. The compass is hiding.

We are a people lost in the desert, on a search for solutions, seeking the meaning behind the motivation. But separation sits at the heart of the aimlessness, and a world that promised constant connection has failed to deliver.

With eyeballs perpetually fixed on blue light screens, we have chosen the velvety warm hug of cushioned insulation over the highly unpredictable and uncontrollable task of thorny socialization.

Even the most gregarious of today’s butterflies couldn’t come close to flapping wings with any of the prior pre-phone/pre-internet generations. Technology was supposed to shrink the isolation gap. Instead, it only widened the chasm. We falsely believe we’re all inseparable, but we couldn’t be more distant.

Rates of depression are skyrocketing, and a youth culture subjected to a daily barrage of hurtful slander and forced comparison is rotting our self-esteem at its core. Humans are bonding with machines and filling days, weeks, and months with passive entertainment. Get up and go simply sat down and stopped.

Apathy, avoidance, disengagement, laziness, rapidly deteriorating health, hopelessness, and general malaise can all be traced to a simple, obvious starting line. When we collectively plugged in, we all tuned out.

Looks like Timothy Leary was Nostradamus.

Adolescence Interrupted

Deserted Island of the Mind

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Thoughts lost in isolation. A time for healing. A time for self-reflection. But we cross a collective threshold when those finger-wagging mirrors hover close to grimaced faces for far too long. Is there a limit to this period of limitless wondering, wandering? The escape valves are useless if constantly void of steam, and the wrinkles in society’s fabric are growing more difficult to ignore.

Sitting with sandcastle carvings in the shape of an SOS, eager for a glimpse of dropped rope ladders, descending from the heavens and offering a haven. Crossing fingers and toes that the cure won’t be worse than the disease and putting faith in the hands of the senseless. Clocking days on the calendar, desperately hunting for dissimilarities. Masks masking everything we’d actually like to express.

We’re dizzy from riding a spinning misery-go-round, searching for keys to the cage, and losing focus behind unblinking eyes.

The aftermath of bad decisions. This is nature’s revenge, and she’s not pleased with our choices.

Will anyone wake up to the call? Change what they consume? Evaluate how they think? Cease the irresponsible behaviors that are crippling the planet? Recognize the risk of heavy feet on pedals with cliffs fast approaching? Consider the greater good above the personal gain?

Time will tell…if she’s willing to speak. But silence might be a better teaching tool for a population unable to hear.

Adolescence Interrupted