Meta Matrix and My Dilemma
This is not a poem it’s a stream of consciousness
Forever in between deleting my social profiles and going off grid vs marketing my business online to generate revenue and as a form of self expression.
This is my dilemma.
Create and be perceived or delete my social media platforms and lose out on the benefits of marketing using these same free resources to scale and grow my business ventures.
One day I won’t have to choose.
Maybe I’ll find the perfect equilibrium.
I imagine myself as a wandering nomad, constantly in pursuit of those rare and profound moments that give life deeper meaning. Will I find it on a remote island somewhere in Indonesia or a Spanish-speaking country? Maybe on the curved pavements of Somali markets. Heck, I could just go to another state.
Assimilating has taught me the art of shape-shifting into whatever I needed to be. I’d rather be myself, though unapologetically and without hesitation. I want to go where no one knows me, a complete stranger to all, yet a true friend to those who share my path and understand the journey I walk.
I can casually sip aromatic chai tea and write in my journal. The cardamom and cloves will remind me of home. Headscarf securing my hair in place. My phone on airplane mode or dnd. I’m in tune with the world around me because I no longer care to focus on meaningless things, fleeting things, where smiling at a passerby means something. Where a compliment can make a day. Where all my worries are erased, and in their place awe and wonder at how my journey continues to unfold so gracefully.
For now, I choose to go into nature. Free therapy. I choose to place flowers behind my ears and walk slowly. Moving too fast in this world, you might just miss the small and yet deeply insightful moments. Exhale! It’s time to put a pause on becoming and start being. Simply being.Start existing with no destination in mind. The present moment is where the magic happens anyway.
A Word From The Author
Have you ever felt this way? I used to be a nomad. I’ve moved so many times in my life that I’m reminded to hold my possessions lightly. Gratitude for the spaces and places that I can call home. Gratitude for these words that serve as a witness to my being and becoming. Bless!
