A while ago I heard a song named “Heartbeats” by Aron Wright. Not usually my cup of tea but it got stuck on my mind because of the lyrics. It goes like this:
Footprints in the sand
Remind us that we can
Just wash away
Light it turns to dust
Leaves because it must evaporate
Am I holding on
To something that’s already gone
Such a simple reminder of how fragile and short our lives are. How little time we have on this planet to do something good, something that matters, take care of each other.
We are so focused on planning how to spend time we are given efficiently, that we actually don’t have the time to spend it the way we want.
The world today has this technical advantage of getting things done faster, the Internet, all those apps for everything from A to Z. But our noses are so deeply buried in our phones and computers that we don’t see the world around us anymore, we don’t see the people. We are blind, deaf and mute as well. All that is in front of us are those little screens and this is where we live our lives now.
I remember when I was younger and used to write letters to my best friends in Serbia (I still have them, and it is not a small amount, lettere not friends. That’s another story ). The phone was too expensive, there was no mail back then (we couldn’t afford a computer), telegrams were sent (usually containing congratulations or expressing condolences).
Today, we have everything that makes the distances shorter and it’s not expensive either, but now, we don’t have the time. Time and distance does make our footprints wash away, it makes families and friends drift apart.
I am not excluded from this, I too am responsible for making the distances even larger. We live our lives incredibly fast, and when we rarely stop for air we realise that some people have just vanished from our lives. Where did they go? Well, they kept knocking on your door but you were too busy telling them you don’t have time to see them. You do the same, you keep knocking on those doors but get the same answer. Nobody is home, we dont have time.
It makes me sad and mad at the same time. Everybody is waiting for the other one to make the first step. Should I call them? No, they haven’t called me in a while, why should I be the one? And they? They are thinking exactly the same thing. They didn’t send me a postcard or a sms or asked me how I am, so I am going to do the exactly same thing. Ignore them. Time goes by, nobody makes a first move and then… it’s vanished. Gone. Just because we are acting like stubborn children.
There are always excuses; in my case it’s : My life is a complete shit hole right now that I just don’t want to bother anyone else with it.
But maybe the other persons problems are bigger? Maybe they are the same size? If we share it, maybe we can reduce it, or just reduce the feeling of being all alone in the world? Maybe the other persons life is a never-ending ray of light which they maybe can transfer on to you?
But maybe, as the song say, are we holding to something that’s already gone? We wont know unless we ask.
It’s worth trying. Make the first step, get some closure.