We Are All Works in Progress
The digital assault on a fundamental truth of humanity
Expectations — They exist for better or worse. Sometimes they are helpful, sometimes they are harmful. We can harness them to assess and predict certain situations, or crumble underneath the weight of their unrealistic pressures. I find myself trying to balance them atop my head like a stack of books, forever wobbling, and threatening to fall over and take me with it. People put them on us, we put them on ourselves, an entire world can manifest them or just a tiny voice in our heads. No matter where we are, expectations will surely follow.
Baggage — It’s ever-present in our lives. Past traumas, current anxieties, and future ills plague us because of where we’ve been and where we fear we are going. No person on earth is clean from the experience of living. We all carry scars. Some are deep, some are long, and some are hidden underneath the surface. However far and wide we run from it it will be there to greet us no matter where we stop. Bad things have happened to me, I’ve done bad things, just like whoever’s standing next to me. The inevitable heaviness of being alive persists, compounding on itself, ready to remind us of things we thought had calloused.
I have noticed, upon my many misguided dalliances with the internet, that this understanding goes out…
