Today I was teased by an announcement on my smart phone. A new technicality promising to bring heaven to earth. I will not tell you what it was as it might tease you and I don’t want to participate in that game. I was really teased and I was just a touch from sending an order to the company on the other side of the blue planet.
When I begin reflecting over why and what happens when I get absorbed in sales patter and actually buying I realize that my genuine interrest for my context and my relations disappear.
Why I want it? For the fun of it. The thing awakens my curiosity. I want it!. I want to be number one.(why is that important?) I want/need confirmation (in this moment I have an extra need for that as work is hard and I feel challenged, insecure where I have my partners). It gets obvious to me that shopping brings the focus from the important stuff in life – the deep – towards the surface. I’m looking for something to talk about, to be able to brag among friends ( its important to be number one!?).
The time accessible for my self to communicate becomes occupied communicating surface instead of the deep essentials – of giving appreciation and praise.
Is it possible that our focus on things more and more makes us look on our entourage the same way – as replaceable, repairable, possible to be bought and sold on a market, gives importance to have a cool design/surface , to be described and rejected or accepted.
If that is the case of nature it is devastating.