“Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in
mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell toils; it toils for
the.” Jonne Donn
I can
grin when I am alone, I sometimes cry in solitude, I create my daily agenda, I
can create and I can complete homework. I can plan events, run errands but all
that I do has a limit.
I am an
extension of others. I am the faith of my grandparents, the perseverance of my
grandparents and the repercussions of dedication and care of my parents. I am product
of a loving community, a supportive family, caring teachers, thoughtful
mentors, amazing friends and a merciful God.
I am who I because of the intentionality and sacrifice of
others.
I’ve
always been comfortable with being alone and technological advancements have
condoned a culture of seclusion.
Technology
has decreased the amount of intentional interactions humans have with one
another.
Information
was originally conveyed through storytelling. Tribesmenship was an essential
component to individual survival.
Now one’s
entire existence can be completed without ever having to physically meet
another person.
Technology
has made life more convenient than ever, but it has made fulfillment almost unobtainable.
Satisfaction only derives when one feels they have earned something.
Despite
the release of dopamine that I receive after a text message, Facebook like or Snap Chat- there is something missing.
It’s like using high-fructose corn syrup instead of sugar,
like wearing an under-armor jacket instead of a coat, like eating frozen yogurt
instead of ice-cream. It’s fun, it’s convenient, but it is so empty. The false
pretense is so strong that you can actually go a long time before you realize
how empty you actually feel.
Human
relationships take time, sacrifice and intentionality.
My mom’s
cousin is in a rehabilitation facility, he has been low-functioning since
coming out a coma last year.
This
week we went to visit him, and it was my first time to do so. In my heart I
didn’t want to. I don’t like nursing homes, hospitals being around sickness
that makes me feel sympathetic and reminds me just how well I am. It is
humbling and uncomfortable.
In high
school, I mentioned once that I didn’t like nursing homes or hospitals, and my
chemistry patiently remarked, “Nobody does.”
That has
always stayed with me.
I went to the rehabilitation facility because my mom wanted
to go. My mom went because she wanted to see about her cousin, and she wanted
to see about her cousin because she loves him. She loves him because she cares
for him, prays for him and conveys her love through intentional and sacrificial
actions.
She didn’t
like a Facebook post, solicit prayer through a shallow status update or send
him a card.
She intentionally set aside the time to go visit.
Relationships
don’t happen haphazardly, that is why so many people live empty lives because
it takes effort that society has grown unaccustomed to.
When I
consider some of my failed friendships, they dissolved because of lack of
effort. Moving forward, it isn’t my goal to make more friends, but to be a
better friend to the people I already know.