I keep on hearing myself say things I don't completely agree with at times. It seems to be some sort of conversational reflex taking over my vocabulary and not so much deeply held beliefs revealing themselves. As life would have it our @helpie meeting went into overtime again, we stopped recording but the conversation did not slow down, and arguably got a bit more intense.
I keep on using the word -Addiction-
To describe the fact that we enjoy chatting with each other, to describe the fact that we find a lot of value in telling stories, singing songs and sharing pictures on our virtual homes, as if there is something to be gained or to be healed by admitting this with a dash of guilt.
If life can't be measured by another means but our own biased perception, is there not value in seeking and appreciating this human connection, if said connection gives us so much back? I find myself constantly inspired by everyone who I interact with and In more ways than one. Even when we are sharing silly gifs and trying to outclown each other.
From now on I will make a conscious effort to eliminate this word from my conversations. My experience on this platform would be nothing if it were not for the beautifully flawed human beings behind their computers sharing their minds with me, keeping me engaged and looking for ways I can be a better person.
I keep on using the words -Real life-
To talk about the things that happen in my none virtual existence, as if there is any validity to the idea that my conversations and interactions with humans sitting behind computers is completely simulated. I mean, I get it, we are not sitting on a campfire holding marshmallows over a flame, but the conversations are just as real, and unless everyone is an actor deserving of the highest of praise, there is nothing nothing fake about my fellow human talking to me with a different accent and coloquial quirks.
The Florida MSP meeting
Very much confirmed what I was already thinking all these months ago, this whole thing is as real as it gets. It was my first time being face to face with these avatars that reside inside my digital home, but I already knew them, I already cared, they were people I wished nothing but the best for and yet I had no clue how they looked.
It made me think about how it must be to be blind in a world design for people who can see. It can be hard at times to explain to people what it is that I'm doing spending so much time on Discord and Steem building a virtual community. I'm sure that to some, specially those who turn their backs to this "evil technology" I'm just someone who has lost his way. I however have decided not to care and continue this little path laid in front of me.
This weekend as bitter sweet for me, as special as it was, it also felt a bit too short. Then again it gives me extra motivation to work a little harder and make it to the next one, wherever the next one may be.
I sincerely hope it does not take too long to share a drink with my virtual friends. I hope that very soon I can be the one to catch a plane on my way to a place I have never seen knowing full well I'll be surrounded by family.
To everyone I met on this little venture @aggroed, @isaria, @swelker101, @clayboyn, @crimsonclad, @kubbyelizabeth, @scaredycatguide, @choogirl, @morodiene, @negativer , @lenadr, @anarcho-andrei, and @ladymaharet I hope to see you again really soon.
Much love
