Saturday, 26 March 2016

Happy Easter

I have no great excuse for the large gap of time between blog posts. I had a goal of one post a week. Then some small, irritating-yet-very-convincing voice told me that I have nothing to say, and therefore nothing to write. Nothing that anyone would care to read, anyway. Maybe if I produced something worthwhile, I would have something to say about it, this voice tells me. So I turned inward, allowing my insides to congeal one Netflix episode at a time...

Therein lies one facet of the great lie of our generation. That is, the lie that tell us that our worth lies in our accomplishments; in what we are able to produce. Every pixelated corner of every social media site -- no, every internet site -- is overflowing with information. Not just information: ideas. Pick a subject. It could be politics, gluten-free cooking, DIY body butter, or yarn bombing. Almost anything you could possibly think to type into the search bar will have a plethora of sites to dig through. Soon, one hyperlink after another, you will be drowning in ideas, facts, and opinions. But mostly just pure rubbish.

All the while, there is something happening subconsciously. We realize, as we are sitting there consuming it all, one byte after another, that we are just that: consumers. All these other people, the ones who have discovered how to make no-sew tote bags and wine bottle bird feeders, have contributed something to modern society as we know it. What's happening in our subconscious is the forming of a question. This question slowly rises to our conscious mind leaving us (that is, people like me) feeling paralyzed: What can I contribute? Now, you can give into the paralysis or you can ask yourself another question: What does it take to transition from a consumer to a producer?

That's all well and good, but perhaps the real question is this: What is the source of your value? That is for you to decide, but I can tell you this: it sure as hell can't be found on the internet.