“I’m nothing, a nobody.”
I think this far too often.
I struggle with self-worth. It seems hard not to in a world where a Kardashian is famous for being rich or a meme can make someone internet famous. Where are the stories of substance and why are we choosing to ignore them?
Not only is the media feeding my insecurities, but so are my people.
Let’s take Social Media for example; often ( far too often in my opinion ), the hard to read, real, gut-wrenching stories of RAPE, ABUSE, DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, SEXUAL ABUSE, ADDICTION, MENTAL HEALTH, are passed by eyes that don’t want to see the ugly truth. I understand these are hard words to read, but they are important, not to be feared, but reveled in. These are the stories in which turn a big, scary and lonely world into a village of supporters for our fellow humans.
I’m not saying we can’t share funny stories or stories which make us happy. Pop culture is an important part of our lives. Entertainment has always been a part of our culture. Since long before the internet there has been the need for the court jester, the comedian, the singer, dancer and I guess nowadays naked pictures of spoiled rich girls … You get my point. To be entertained is inherently human.
We need to laugh and be entertained, but not at the price of losing our community. Not at the cost of losing truths or the hurt we carry in our hearts. And certainly not at the expense of raising our children especially in a world where words are the only thing in which can make a difference. Just as important as a laugh or funny story is the need to share and rejoice in powerful words. These hard to read words are what can change or improve a person’s life, our world.
However every time I share someone’s story of value, I find it buried once again by another adorable cat or naked Kardashian. Can’t we, at least, make the stories of misfortune as equally important?
We all know our stay here is short. Why not make it better for the people we are leaving behind? Our children and our families deserve that. Our global community needs to know they are not alone in their daily struggles.
We have created this world we live in, and I say we, because each of us is problematical when it comes to turning a blind eye to the issues we face daily in our world. It happens, by ignoring stories that could and WILL help someone not to feel like they are nothing, or a nobody.
Personally, I want a better place for my children, a home where sharing a cat meme equals the amount of shares writings of rape does. Or ANY intimate matter that could help a fellow human being. It is the conception of togetherness which fuels love in this world.
We all want to belong.
Yet, it couldn’t be harder in this day and age not to feel like the ugly duckling trying to keep up with the dazzling white swan. Everywhere we turn, somewhere, somehow we are flooded with pictures of how we are supposed to look, act and portray ourselves. And if that isn’t enough if we are to share a personal story too ugly for the world’s ears, often is it buried quickly by a trending story about some sparkling celebrity’s Instagram photo, or a meme that is going viral. And just as any good society member would do, we forget the sadness around us.
We, WE … WE! We pick what we share; the people are what drives the internet, the world. It’s our task to share real words and forget about popularity.
Sadly we’ve built it this way. We as people perpetuate the problem.
We’ve become blindsided by political ideas feeding us with altruistic agendas, which inherently keep us from seeing the truth.
We’ve been trained to react this way, to live quietly among one another and not make waves. My friends, this is brainwashing, the art of terrorism at its best and we don’t seem to care.
Propaganda. Not only fed by the government anymore but ourselves. We have become the problem.
The mere fact that a picture of a naked woman can override a bombing in another part of the word proves my point. Kim got naked, and we forgot people in another part of the world were struggling.
If we feed the people with junk and keep them fat, they will need health care, and what better way to make them forget they are being fed lies than a naked picture of a woman on the internet.
To prove my point, I’m being flippant. However, we can’t just sit around and wait for change, being facetious is one thing, ignoring a society in which claims fame to a woman who “broke the internet” just because she is rich, is another. I believe we are better than this. Fuck, I hope we are for my children’s sake.
Here is where the problem lies, we aren’t taking responsibility for our actions. We aren’t standing up and screaming from the soap box we have been given, the blessing which is social media supplies each of us the ability to make this world a place where I can be proud to raise my children. It’s US that needs to make the change; it is our civic duty to keep the village informed. And by sharing personal stories of triumph or ache is how we will change our incredibly narcissistic world.
“We are the people.”
I have to raise my children, in this world, of instant fame, and relentless grappling to climb the ladder of success. Success? I don’t even know what that means anymore. How do I explain to my children, success isn’t fame, but happiness? When I find myself inundated with self-doubt due to the lack of interest in genuine, heartfelt, true-to-life realities. Stories in which can make a change in all of our lives.
I’m assured if I work hard and follow the overcrowded herd of people I will become successful in my ventures. Although in my experience, following-the-crowd has only brought me indifference while standing on a cliff of self-doubt, teetering as I try to keep my balance. I am questioning my voice and my worth among my fellow humans because we are in a constant state of cover up. Mindlessness. I challenge myself daily as I open my Facebook and see nothing but the need for notoriety.
It causes me to question everything we are doing as a community. How is it we are letting ourselves believe this is the way? My self-doubt is preserved every single day due to our culture, the culture in which weighs popularity over substance. Memes over the heartfelt words. When is it we will realize it’s less about popularity and more about enhancing the lives of others?
Just as we need social media for entertainment, we need it equally as a source of storytelling and global enhancement. We as people are what become the change. It is us, and only us in which can teach our children their voice and words are
just as important more important than a rich girl posting naked pictures on Instagram, a cat meme.
So please stand with me, share the hard to read stories. Help wane against my self-doubt as a human being, so I can show my children what the real meaning of success is.