If you have read any of my posts lately about Facebook, you know I have a love/hate relationship with the enormous social site. I have tried quitting so many times only to be roped back in. I’m not sure why.
I was marginally successful going cold turkey until I joined a 10 week makeover challenge where one of the criteria is I need to post to a Facebook group after my workout. I thought I could handle just getting in and getting out quickly without making any pit stops, but I was wrong. The pictures of a vacation to Italy are just too tempting. Oh, and all those cat pictures…
Ugh. What a terrible time waster and distraction. My goal is to write a book, and instead I am writing ridiculous status updates.
It dawned on me this morning that there is some good to Facebook, though.
Facebook has made me realize that life is short and I need to get out there experiencing it before it’s too late.
And how pray tell, did an impersonal website accomplish this?
Every time a friend’s friend has died too young from a disease, an unfortunate accident (one was even murdered), or by his own hand, I am reminded that life is short. Way short. Wicked short. Temporary even.
Sure, I could get the same information from the news but the people on the news? I don’t know them. The people I learn about on my wall are at least a friend of a friend or a friend’s relative.
It’s not business (the news), it’s personal.
While I rant and rave about Facebook and how nobody looks up from their phone screens to actually experience the life they’re writing about, I am learning to live a more full life through death.
I had better get moving on that book 🙂