I Surrender My Digital Evolution
Words from my journal this morning….
I want to be disconnected from the artificial and directly plugged into my soul and the heartbeat of life. The only time my life has ever made sense is in these times. Away from the commodification and exploitation of my own energy.
I opt out. I surrender my digital evolution. I don’t want it. For me its good enough here, I want to be left behind in my analogue human-ness. I want the inconvenience of having to pull over my van to wind my own god-damn windows down. I want the inconvenience of the manual life, because it slows me down. I want to follow the street signs and to hold my paper map. I want to be in direct relationship with my surroundings, to whats real and true with my eyes and heart.
Everyone’s been saying life is speeding up, or is it? That’s another lie we have been fed. Life speeds up with my head in my device and my finger scrolling through. Go sit under a tree with no other stimulation and you tell me how fast the clock is spinning.
Life speeds up and I choose to slow down, to sit and ask is this really for me? Is this what my soul actually wants or is it bleeding me dry? Have I been caught up in the web of collective illusions that there is no other choice or way? I do not want this. I want to sit and watch the ants with my morning cacao. I want to sit and listen to the bats converse upside down in the trees and wonder wtf they are talking about.
I want presence throughout my whole day so I could explain to someone what a day on earth feels like, from start to finish. How the layers of life present themselves in every moment… what going on in the soil, what the trees look like, the colour and texture of their flowers. How I felt when the sun was directly above my head, how the land felt beneath my feet.
Back to the blog and back to the computer, like we are in the early 2000’s because I love sharing for my own memories sake and if someone else reads it then cool, hello. I do not create in the fast-fashion -create it - consume it and throw it away kind of way, or the it must be under 2,200 characters kinda way, or the is this written by fucking AI kinda way.