being present.

by Misty Dawn

of course that’s what we all want right?

to be present.

no.

i don’t really think that’s true.

i think we want to be seen.

and in the best light.

i think we want to be known.

and know.

i think we don’t want to miss out.

cause that would mean . . .

others know something that we don’t.

AND – WE – WANT – TO – KNOW.

not live.

to be present . . .

to be more truly present . . .

that would mean swimming completely against the current of culture.

WE WOULD MISS OUT!

we would miss out on so much actually.

we would miss out on knowing how strangers and acquaintances are branding their image.

we would miss out on what the numb are causing to trend.

we would miss out on the temptation to compare ourselves.

we would definitely miss out on the freedom to know our truest selves; who we are unmotivated by the Jones’.

we would miss out on clarity of mind.

we would miss out on the boredom that lends itself to genuine creativity.

we would miss out on knowing those closest to us most deeply.

we would miss out on their expressions, in exchange for digital entertainment.

we would definitely miss out.

                  

being present would mean that i miss out in order to gain what is better, what is actually mine to gain, and what is my true.

it would mean that in order to really know anything about you, i’d need to connect with you, to see your face, hear your voice, and witness your humanity.

unfiltered by color, or time, just you.

unedited you.

being present would mean that i’m all where i am,

and all who i’m with.

i would see more deeply,

but be seen less.

i would know more purely,

and be known by fewer.

but isn’t that life, authentic life?

to be limited.

not all knowing.

and isn’t that desire . . .

to be all knowing . . .

what has broken us more than anything

selah.

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