The epidemic is ravaging through the lost millennial generation. Chief symptom, “happiness unfound”; Carefully careless in relationship and goal standards, dreams work more than we do.
The breakout likely leaked in an AOL chat room in say, 1996. Masses of people streaming directly into your bedroom PC. Contact with the world, without contact, to be you or not to be? No remorse, tech-boomed more distractions and recourse disguised as convenience and “connection” ever since.
Don’t bite the Apple, Eve. Your iPhone is force-feeding you. Over-saturation of content, info, and interaction; it’s easy to depreciate the content in you.
The epidemic doesn’t have a name, but I call it “half-ass shit”. Internally degenerative, externally negative, filling you with emptiness. You get what you give, and I’ve seen, given, and received a ton of half-ass shit.
You’re probably reading this while being sidetracked from another task; bedtime, a project, or maybe silent in a room with someone close. Speak up, maybe get a little closer.
I bet you put a lot of energy into that last relationship. Feeling cold, you decide it’s best to care less. Reciprocation is what it is. Next time less you give. Downward spiral, they return the half-ass shit they were receiving. No refund, open the app, in comes options, and with honest conversation closed, out goes another half-ass relationship. Degenerative catastrophe, cardiac atrophy, resulting in that half-ass heart. Incapable of love from the start.
At work you do what’s asked; sometimes more, sometimes less, and wonder where’s the growth or promo on your desk? Maybe you hustle, but how much downtime is wasted in your phone or bullshit conversation? The game, traffic, the weather, or your professional circle that gets too personal; you know better. Success has to be prepared for, so if we don’t focus on what’s within, and on our plate, don’t we just delay our purposed path and our fate?
More half-ass shit. We feel we should have been born to a past generation, longing to belong. We think we deserve more, and that more deserve less. Incomplete work and relations, yet money, people, and our have-nots cause most of the stress. We turn cold, half-assing passion. Check the snap, DM, and texts. Hang on to words, and not feelings and action. Let’s make it stop, take a shot.
First and foremost, break free of the chains on your phone. It’s an accessory, not your lifeline. Gather around, toss the
vices devices in a box in the corner; let the room get a little warmer.
Pause and assess how much of you you’re giving to goals, to family, friends, hobbies, and your anti-social media. “Not enough time in a day.” Half-ass response, be truthful to you and others. Cut out the clouds of doubt and get out of any traps of “unknown”. Pay attention to who gives you their time, and everyone and everything that returns yours with peace of mind. Be real, and if it’s not returned, walk away. It’s not you, it’s them. Give it all again.
Since the last time you gave me yours or even this moment now, know I’m grateful for your time. You find it all in the realization that, everything will be lost, in time. For those we go on without, let the love grow strong within.
Let’s cure the half-ass shit by being the most complete, unapologetic, authentic version of ourselves, with love, all ways.
All of you, all of me.