I spend a lot of time looking at this damn phone. It’s become my life, my friends, my family, my work. It’s the magic mirror from my favorite childhood fairy tales that lets me see into so many realities all at once. But that’s all I get. To see. To trick myself into thinking I’m living along with those I watch. It’s a charade, and part of me has let this false reality become enough. No need for real relationships, just enough of a front to make myself feel good about who I am. But who I am has become entwined with the falsehood of this technology.
Do you know who’s responsible for the magic mirrors in fairy tales? Evil witches with nothing better to do than snoop and judge. I want so much more than they have planned. Yeah, I quoted Disney. Sue me. (Disney, please don’t sue me). Sure, maybe I don’t know exactly who “they” are. Maybe the “they” is just the incessant peanut gallery in my own head. No matter who “they” are, I’m not listening. Not anymore. I’m going to do more. I’m going to push myself. I’m going to love those I love without a screen between us. I’m going to put forth effort because life is worth the effort. At some point I think I forgot that. I think most of us have forgotten that.
I refuse to believe fairy tales are just bedtime stories for little kids. I refuse to believe grand adventures must include magic and musical reprises. I’m going to make my life a fairy tale. Screw anybody who says I can’t. It’s time to shatter this magic mirror and actually interact with the world. Of course, I mean that quite figuratively. This princess doesn’t have the money to shatter an iPhone.