What (only) you see

My spirit having endured another few months away from writing, today I am thinking about my younger self and the writer he was.

I once had doubts, but I am now sure that I used to suffer from a hero complex. I wished to save people from what they were going through and I thought my writing (or my words) could do that. It did not stem from superiority, but rather from fear. It seemed easier to write words of inspiration than to address my own inadequacies. Looking around to provide comfort, however well-intentioned, does nothing to untangle our own inner knots.

Today, looking back, I have some advice for my past self.

It doesn’t answer the working on yourself bit. But something equally important. I’d like to tell him – You don’t know everything. You can’t see everything. Write what you know, what you see.

I spent a lot of time wondering how to appeal to the largest readership possible. I didn’t want anyone to NOT relate. I wanted everyone to feel seen, understood, and relieved. Trying to see things from every perspective is a laughable goal. Like trying to see the sunrise and sunset at the same time. We can’t even see what is in front and behind us at the same time.

Naivete is the only explanation. A childish thought: that I could at once appeal to everyone when humans have done such a stand up job drawing borders, dividing cultures and arguing over beliefs. But that’s a whole other sad set of stories.

As a writer, it is upon me to write from what I know. What I see. And only what I see.

Just as I wouldn’t presume to know what a fatigued mother of three kids is going through. Or what a young boy in a war-torn city is feeling. Or even know the person I will become in another ten years, if I am granted the time. I cannot know what any of them feel or need from my words.

I do feel sad that I cannot. Often times, I see my close ones going through something and realize there is little I can do to help. Recognizing when my words must be put away, and replaced with small helpful acts has been a great realization in recent times. This change goes far beyond just my writing. It resonates with what my better half has taught me – helping someone isn’t help when it’s on your terms. It must be about what they need. And whether you are capable of providing it.

A lesson in humility, then. To know what you can do. Accept what you cannot. And for me in particular, to write about what I see.

My goal is to see more of the world. To hear more stories, so I can write new ones. Things I have been shown.

Until then, I write what I see.

Save yourself

I’m going to do something very different today. If you’ve been reading my work in the past, you have some idea of what I write about. You know it’s usually introspections or lessons from life. Today, it’s a cautionary tale.

Most days and most posts, I’m just hoping what I write helps someone a little. Today, I’m hoping you actually listen to me.

It is about social media. And how things have gone too far.

I’ll start off by saying that I am completely off Instagram & Facebook. I left Tiktok years ago. That is it. I’m cut off and have been for some months now. A few months ago, I found myself increasingly scrolling through reels and shorts, sometimes for multiple hours a day. It was small chunks here and there – and there was always some funny or interesting post/reel that I would send friends hoping they would either laugh or be amazed as I was. That was the innocent bit, I used to tell myself.

What I didn’t tell myself, what most of these apps and algorithms are incapable of telling you… Is what a mind-numbing drain they are on our attention spans and our ability to actually perceive the world around us. Most people on social media have become incapable of keeping achievements or life events to themselves. Posting content lets hundreds of people instantly find out exactly what’s going on in your life, regardless of whether you’re close to them all or not.

Having a peaceful day by a lake or being out on a walk is no longer enough, until our followers on Instagram know that we’re having a peaceful day. Some can’t enjoy a day out without wondering what the best picture is that encapsulates just how great a day it was. And if you’re telling yourself that you don’t think so much about it, and just post whatever comes to mind, that’s even worse. Because you’re mindlessly conforming. Doing something because either it’s what you’ve always done or because it’s what everyone does.

Maybe you do it mindfully or for your job or you have a positive attitude towards social media and have your usage well in check. Well, I don’t know what that’s like.

The point being, our life and the joy it brings us doesn’t seem enough until we’ve posted about it. A good day isn’t a good day till everyone who follows us knows it was a good day. I think about all the useful advice and interesting content on the occasional reel or short. I considered starting a new account so the algorithm would recognized my interests and filter out the garbage. But I’ve decided against that. I don’t believe that you should have to consciously filter out the vast and ever increasing amount of useless content out there, just to stumble across the occasional helpful bit of content.

What was the last time you watched an hour-long documentary or talk on a topic that genuinely interests you? Maybe I’m being a pessimist, but if you have, I’d say you’re beating the odds. I feel as if most brains have been rewired to not care about anything spanning over 2 minutes or less. If someone sends you a 15 minute video, even on a topic that you care about, how often do you set 15 minutes aside to watch it? Now compare it with the last time you spent 15 minutes just scrolling, and whether you’re consciously decided to do that. Or whether it was just muscle memory and little hits of content lasting 10-30 seconds, doing their job of shorting out your attention span. Because that’s genuinely what it’s doing.

Here’s where it gets scarier for me. In the world of Big Tech and social media and algorithms and now artificial intelligence, no corporation or tech leader, is unaware of this. And yet no one will ever pull back. We are constantly plunging into a deeper and deeper pit where they want to know more about you, so they can refine your experiences. Because more user engagement is more money for them. The deeper they have their algorithmic hooks into you, the more time you “enjoy” spending on their platforms, the better for them. And saying something that’s more judgmental than I think I’ve ever been, all people get out of it is distracting them from their own lives. Tiktok trends like someone “spitting on that thang” becomes something that lingers on millions of users devices for months. I mean we’ve done some pretty stupid things in human history. Most of them in the last 500 years. But more and more in the last 5 years.

The over dependence and overuse of these platforms and the content they offer, is pushing entire generations into altered behaviors and ever-changing new social standards. A child who isn’t on social media today is the pariah because they wouldn’t get half the references that kids around would be making. If you’re not on social media, dinner conversation about the latest trends is just you nodding while other people talk enthusiastically about it. Children are incapable of making memories that aren’t associated with the most popular trends. Children are incapable of being bored. Occupying their lives with never-ending content is short circuiting their development.

And how many people are cautioning children about the internet? How many kids genuinely learn that it can affect their personality? How many would be willing to give it up? To give up their perceived idea of social standing to actually experience the world the way it is; not the way some billion dollar industry thinks it should be.

Take advertisements. Almost every platform that serves content makes money because sellers want their products advertised. They make more money from consumers who pay extra not to see those ads. I was watching a movie on Prime the other day and it said “this movie is brought to you with limited interruptions” and it was just one more straw in how oblivious we’ve become. “Limited interruptions?” As compared to what? Just unlimitedly interrupting a service I’m ALREADY paying for. Imagine if your barber said $25 for the haircut. And $30 if you didn’t want limited interruptions where they tell you about their banks amazing credit card benefits every 10 minutes. The fact that some accept this as part of life and move on staggers me.

And if you made it this far and are thinking, well this guy’s obviously thinking too much and needs to just relax. I can tell you that I was relaxed for too long. And then I realized, that being numb to this constantly changing online world is not the same as being relaxed.

Being relaxed is knowing that when I travel, the only people who need to know about it are the ones who care to ask or reach out regularly. Doesn’t matter that it’s four or five people. To me, being relaxed is knowing that regardless of whatever schemes some billionaire cooks up in their living room tomorrow, I’m out. It relaxes me to that when the world is out there walking with AI glasses on their noses paying to not have virtual advertisements pop in front of their face, I’ll be shaking my head because there’s a very small chance what I’m writing today will change anyone’s mind.

It’s been a long time since I’ve cared about something so much to be vocal about it. Someday I might have a family and a young person that I’m responsible for. I am resisting against industries that have poured billions of dollars into keeping us hooked to their platforms. But I truly believe in the negative impact they have on society, especially on young minds.

I used to think about what legacies meant. What carries on after you’re gone. Now I sincerely hope to be forgotten by all except a handful. Because the polarity and size of the internet guarantee that nothing meaningful will ever come from it.

I hope to limit my interactions to the physical world. I hope to teach my child someday that their value and true meaning comes from their acts in the physical world. That there is enough out there they can touch and mould. That their minds weren’t made to be constantly distracted but rather utilized. That it will be hard to be different and to stick out. But hopefully they know moments of peace and calm that so many have unknowingly given up on.

Because every time someone refreshes their screen, there is something new to pull them away from themselves. I’m scared but hopeful. And I hope I changed your mind today. If not, maybe I’ll write more. Maybe you’ll come back and re-read this. Regardless, you are the only person that can save yourself.

Godspeed.

Here for you

I would like to talk about mental health.

At the age of 8, I was in a world of depression having left my home. I was surrounded by children around my age and some adults (boarding school staff) assigned to look after us. When I told someone that I couldn’t focus, they told me I was a bad student. When I told them I was being bullied, they made me shake hands with them hoping that fixed everything.

One night, I found myself unable to breathe and unable to move. For more than two minutes, I was terrified. I felt like my body wasn’t my own. It was like someone had sucked all the air out of the room. When I finally found my strength and tried to tell someone, they checked my temperature, told me I could take a day off school and said that I was fine. Because it’s easier to ignore symptoms than to accept the ugly truth that even a child can face such ordeals of depression and trauma. Age isn’t a factor when it comes to mental health.

With no one there for me, I had to be there for myself. This was not me being motivational or inspirational. This was me clawing back out of depression because no one else was around to help or listen. It required all the will power I could muster to focus on the good in my life and make the journey on my own. To discover my passion for reading and writing. To stand up to bullies. To deal with emotionally stressful days by reminding myself that it would be alright. To know that it was going to be alright.

As I eventually learnt to rise above the depression, I knew I had a clear goal in life. To be there for people like I wish someone had been there for me. I am grateful that I was spared and I am thankful that I now know the consequences of standing idle while people go through things. I have lived those consequences.

And now to you, the person reading this.

Reach out to people. To those who stopped responding. To those living in difficult conditions. To anyone, really. Reach out and talk. Don’t just voice solidarity online and then go back to your life. Practise it by talking to someone. That’s honestly all it takes. Ask people how they’re doing. Talk about your day. Give some time to the sea of people out there going through bad days.

As for me, there is no choice to make. I simply cannot stand by and let someone walk down that path alone. If I do, all my efforts to rise above my poor mental health state will have been for nothing. So I am here for you, reach out, contact me through the social media on my blog or anyway you know how. I will not judge you, I will not ignore you and I will do my very best to offer the highest level of support of which I am capable. You are not in this by yourself. Not if I can help it.

I AM HERE FOR YOU