My Brothers are Right

I woke up one day and realized I was far from the road of peace. It seemed I was constantly looking to my accounts for some kind of answers, but all they were doing was exposing me to the wrong that is in the world.

But I already knew this. I knew that all of us at heart are self-centered and that nothing I ever had to say through a keyboard and screen was going to matter. Could I be funny? Could I be pithy? Could anything I had to say in the cacophony actually stick, or would you all just move on to the next big thing?

And there’s a next big thing every day isn’t there?

Ironic? Not really. I write for myself now and if you want to read it, well, thank you. But I expect nothing from you. To do that would disturb my peace.

My brothers were right. One left the Facebook scene some time back, and another never joined. Maybe their reasons were different, but in the end for me Facebook doesn’t replace conversation. Twitter is no place for debate. There are some who’ve made it a way of life. I feel so much poorer for having visited. I hope the relief I feel for having left them is real. Or will I fall for the next big thing?