I confess I’m addicted to Facebook
Twitter, Instagram, and Email
I’m addicted to the comments and likes
and how special they make me feel.
The first thing I see before bed
and the first thing I see when I wake
is the list of status updates
on my Facebook page.
I’m addicted to the rush I get
from a like, a comment, a retweet.
like a well trained dog I reach for my phone
with every buzz and ding.
I’m addicted to having all the information
right there at my fingertips
I never have to know the answers
Google tells me everything that exists.
I’d never eat my meal before snapping
and sharing it on Instagram
even over dinner I’m checking
oh sweet I’ve got 10 new fans!!!
I can’t go somewhere in the world
that doesn’t have wifi
on a white sand beach in paradise
one hand holds a coconut
the other my digital device.
I’m addicted to keeping the world up to date
with my bikini photos and travel status
after all everyone needs to know
that my life is just so fabulous.
It’s easier to have relationships
online than in real life
I’m addicted to the barriers
and the easy connection they provide.
I’m addicted to the progress I gain
as my fans go from hundreds to thousands
when my numbers go up I know it means
hey, I must be worth something!
I’m addicted to how good I feel
when my followers tell me that I’m amazing
I’m addicted to how bad I feel
when no one seems to say anything.
But all the likes in the world can’t inspire me.
And a million twitter followers won’t complete me.
No matter how full my inbox
I will still feel empty.
So I’m closing my computer.
I’m turning off my phone.
I’m going outside.
I’m going to be alone.
I’m walking towards the ocean.
I’m stepping my bare feet on the ground.
I’m quieting my constant chatter.
I’m listening to how nature sounds.
And in this moment
with only me, the wind, and the rushing tide
I find myself remembering
how it feels to be alive.
‘Cause the only thing that really matters
is this Earth that I am touching.
The only thing that really matters
is being loved and loving.