full bank accounts and empty hearts

hi everyone.

Another rainy Sunday here.

It's been raining for days.

I spent a bit of time in the little blue room last night -

I doodled and dabbled with blobs of paint,

colored pencils, markers...

Nothing to write home about, but still - enjoyable for me.

That's what it's all about, isn't it?

Feeling groovy...  :-)

I've discovered a few things in the past weeks
that i had been sheltered from for the past few years.

I am floored by how many people out there are unfulfilled.
Bored.
Resigned.
Unhappy.
Surrendered.
Stuck.

They have full bank accounts and empty hearts.

They fill their time with distractions...

shopping
tv
drinking
gadgets
vacationing
social media
more shopping...

They've lost touch with who they are, deep down inside -
who they wanted to become when they dared to dream as teenagers.

What things are important to them in life.
They no longer believe in dreams,
or possibilities...

We all enjoy the occasional shopping spree,

or the night out with friends over a few drinks.

But i see something wrong

with a society that needs these things

in order to feel validated.

In order to feel worthy.

In order to feel loved.

The woman at work who needs the expensive purse

to feel like a somebody.

The other woman who needs the expensive shoes or

the yearly trip to a beach in the South.

The man who feels like a somebody

only when he's driving his new, shiny car.

There's something very sad about this to me.
Our society has become so focused on money,
and what money can buy,
that we've lost touch with the most important things in life...
the things that money can't buy.
The things that give our lives true meaning.

Health.
The sunrise.
The moon.
The ocean.
A smile on a child's face.
A hug. From anyone.
Support when we need it.
A letter in the mail.
Art.
Friends.
Music.
Being barefoot.
The smell of flowers.
Family.
Love.

We've become so competitive with one another,
each one wanting to outdo the next...

when we all really want the same thing.

To be loved and understood for who we are.
To feel accepted.

I may love you for who you are
open arms and all  :-)

but never for what you have
or where you've been
or what you've done
or who you know.

These things never impress me.
YOU impress me.
xox

... an instrumental song by MOBY that i love...