We live in a generation that is always searching
for “more” in life — in love.
We need the next fix, the next gratification,
the next quick hit.
Living our lives in 140 characters, 5 second snaps,
frozen filtered images, four minute movies — attention here,
attention there.
We worry about settling, all the while making ourselves
suffer thinking that anything less than the
shiny, happy filtered life we’ve been accustomed to is settling.
What is settling? We don’t know, but we fucking don’t want it.
If it’s not perfect, it’s settling.
If it’s not glittery filtered love, settling
If it’s not Pinterest-worthy, settling.
We realize that this "more" we want, is a lie.
We want phone calls, we want to see a face we love
absent of the blue dim of a phone screen,
we want slowness, we want simplicity,
we want a life that does not need the validation
of likes, favorites, comments.
We may not know yet that we want this, but we do.
We want connection, true connection, we want a love that builds,
not a love that gets discarded for the next hit,
we want to come home to people,
we want to lay down our heads at the end of our lives
and know we lived well; we lived the fuck out of our lives.
This is what we want — even if we don’t know it yet.