over the past few weeks i’ve been collecting, curating and posting for the SoulPancake tumblr (check it out & follow if you’re a tumblr-ite!).
it’s a task i really enjoy, but it can gobble up a lot of time as it’s all too easy to get lost in the vortex of the interwebs – clicking and scrolling and finding treasures and sorting through yet another version of the ‘keep calm’ poster stuff.
today i was again struck by how never-ending it is – this ability to forage and find art and explore other people’s creative expressions. you can search all day and still never get to a place where you’ve truly ‘seen it all’.
which is kind of overwhelming, right?
i started thinking about all the books that i’ll never read. all the paintings, illustrations, photographs that i’ll never see. the music i’ll never hear. the movies i’ll never experience. because the reality is that there is only so much we can be exposed to. and it’s a bittersweet realization, because i also feel incredibly grateful for the near-instant access i have to pretty much all of these things.
it’s all here, at my fingertips, waiting to be found, examined, read, heard. and yet, i’m not experiencing it tangibly. (whoa! i did not expect tangibly to be an actual word. i feel like i just scored the jackpot on words with friends).
anyway, i’m not spending my days in galleries, and concert venues, theaters and dusty bookstores with overflowing shelves. i’m here. on this swiveling chair in front of this large screen. i’m absorbing it all, but not in that immediate ‘i can touch it’ sense.
i also feel this way when it comes to social media. yes, we are more connected than ever before, but i also feel a bit disconnected. the last time i sat in a room with friends sharing stories was a few days before my wedding. i remember elizabeth regaling us with tales of the bad-ass monkeys in india. that was over a year ago. but i read my friend’s blogs. i’ve seen their facebook status updates. i’ve read 140 characters worth of what they’re doing on twitter. so on one level i do feel connected, and yet, i’ve forgotten the color of their eyes and what their laughter sounds like.
is this what you’d call a dichotomy? maybe if i read more books than blogs, i’d know for sure.