...distractions from death

I was thinking about our fast paced, distraction filled world, and how consumed we have become with being busy and being visible.  We live out our lives on social media and look to others for validation. We crave that rush of dopamine we get when someone likes our tweets, posts, pics, stories, pins, blogs, vlogs; we wait for that ding, that notification, that thumbs up, that new follower, that nod of approval.  We are like children yelling – watch me mommy, watch me. With enough nods we may even feel like we have arrived.  But that satisfaction is short lived, we must be up and running with the next bit of information, consumed by how we measure up.  

And why are we addicted to busyness and shallowness?  Maybe because we are bored, maybe because we are overwhelmed with choices and information. Maybe because we are insecure, or because we are overworked and exhausted.  And maybe because we are afraid, afraid of what time alone with just our thoughts might mean.  What if we don’t measure up in our own eyes?  What if we look deeply and can find no meaning in our lives, in life in general?  What if we cannot pinpoint our purpose, or find any point to life, then what?  What if the constant running, doing, chatting, discussing, planning all mean nothing. What if we realize that no matter how fast we run, death keeps pace and will catch up to us right on schedule.  

​What then?