“There are too many of us and we are all too far apart.” ― Kurt Vonnegut
I’m writing these words with the knowledge that people from around the world are going to read them. People of all ages, ethnic and cultural backgrounds, of different religious beliefs. Most of them, I’ll never get a chance to meet. Most of them, I don’t know how they look like, what’s the thing they want most in this world, or what is it that they’re afraid of… most of them are perfect strangers to me.
Yet, simply by writing these words with these strangers in my mind, having the certainty that my words will reach them, they become a little bit more than strangers. They become human beings, just like myself, and that is a great achievement in today’s world.
Because it’s becoming increasingly difficult to realize that every single person we see walking past us on the street is another human being. We have become immune to everything but ourselves: we see tragedy and pain on the news, read about it in newspapers… it all feels fake somehow. We can no longer emphasize with others, just because we’re so many… so, so many.
And we really are so far apart from each other, because we all build invisible walls to keep us safe. It’s all about our needs, our desires, our pain, our tragedies. We want what we want, and we won’t give up until we have it.
There’s a distance between people, between perfect strangers inhabiting different worlds. That distance has to be traveled on step at a time. We no longer have time for that. We want instant gratification.
We want what we want, and we want it now.
So we no longer care about building genuine relationships with others. Social media, blogs, podcasts, and all that stuff… it makes it easier to feel less lonely. But this kind of interaction doesn’t change the need for real life interaction.
What I’m really trying to say is, we no longer care. We no longer try. We don’t want to build, we just want to buy it already assembled and ready for use.
Yet we still dream about the perfect love, the perfect story, the perfect ending. Yet we still search. The pursuit of happiness still takes up a lot of time. There’s a website for everything these days. The answers to our questions are just a few clicks away.
It’s not about physical distance, it’s about the distance between souls, about the barriers we build, about our unwillingness to let other people in.
There are so many of us, and on some days it seems we can’t reach a single soul.
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