Too preoccupied for life

We spend our days with our neck craned down like we are in slavery, un relentlessly thrusting our thumbs in an effort to communicate without the task of communication. We spend our days looking at our lives off the reflection of a computer screen, as our life is going on right behind us we click ‘like’ and build networks that work more like nets. Project unrealistic images and expectations on little girls that one day become women, that can’t see past the projection to embrace who they are or feel a true embrace without the  bitter taste of media induced disdain. We established distorted dumbed down hormonal versions of manhood to the point that men don’t know how to be men, and in return don’t know how to treat love, women, children, God, or each other. We are so filled with inner conflict that we aren’t at peace unless we are at opposition. We don’t know how to handle our own internal battles so we battle with controllers, cliques, tongues, and hearts. Our xbox’s are more live than we are. Our friends, parents, wives, and God must compete against whatever's new and shiny for an ounce of our attention, affection, love or worship. We label television ‘reality’ till the truth becomes fictitious. We long for community, compassion, acceptance and love, but it’s hard to hold our arms out and hands open to receive, while gripping our ipads, iphones, netbooks, notebooks, controller, kindles, keyboards, or blackberry. God said “It’s not good for man to be alone”, so he gave us each other. In turn all we have done have created more ways for us to stay in contact, and up to date with how alone we are. Our lives are going on as we speak, but we act like it’s not real till it’s tweeted. In the shelter of each other, we live. While you read this, someone needed you. While you read this, someone missed you. While you read this, you could have been giving someone the love they long for, the hope they needed, the grace they are lacking, or the truth they have been too blind to see. Then again I could’ve too. Oh wait I just got a text, hang on….