I’m not sure what it is these days.
My body has changed.
My brain too.
My heart too.
I don’t seem to have
the same capacity
to participate in the drama
of it all.
“It all” seems to be mainstream anything.
TV shows, news reports,
speculation over this and that,
and amped fears steering this way and that way.
I’ve become a person
that likes to watch the game with the sound off,
relieving me of the commentary
that so often imposes these days.
My kids are teasing me, kind of.
They want me to watch The Bachelorette with them.
I will, because I’m a Dad
that will join them in what interests them.
But my body resists something there.
I think it is the manufactured drama
so inherent in such genre of TV and uber editing.
I don’t seek to be numbed nor titillated in that way.
There is plenty of rich complexity in the naturalness of human life.
I seek to participate.
And to integrate.
I don’t seek to be hooked in the manufacturing.