Disconnect.

The mid-November sky has plagued fatigued humans with pelting rain and I, safe inside the warmth of a Middle Eastern diner, allowed myself to marinate in some late afternoon schadenfreude. The chaos of wet shuddering bodies standing shoulder to shoulder, trying to keep themselves warm as violent droplets of water hammer at every exposed surface has proved to be ripe for my entertainment.

The only sight more delightfully morose is the couple across me — physically together, but mentally elsewhere. Each is more gripped by the glow of their device than of each other’s. It’s a sad thing to be that close and not drink each other up.

In a time where digital connection stretches wide and blurs terrestrial boundaries, the human divide throbs stronger and grows more sinister. We have no one else to blame but ourselves in the inevitable demise of intimacy. The weather outside seems far less gloomy than the weather of this era. Our bodies create a generous home for our cracked reality, yet we let it waste away.

What good is a longer, healthier existence if we only spend it living vicariously through personas behind a screen? For what other purpose do these avatars serve than to escape unfulfilling worlds? Why do we willingly let ourselves spiral into these self-destructive follies? These are questions we allow to linger mid-air, never even bothering to look for the answers.

Love & Magic.

I think every relationship starts with magic set off by a spark in a lover’s eye. And then as you go along your days together, this person is demystified. The romantic in us, lazy and unrealistic, would say,

“He’s/she’s not perfect after all.”

Then, all at once, the magic is gone. This god/goddess we praised so highly, worshiped religiously, is but flesh and blood apparently. And then, you make a choice — be with this person and still choose to see them through rose-tinted glasses despite their humanness, or move on to someone new who may or may not hold that new-found magic for long.

It’s a gamble, and it’s exhausting.

When it comes down to it, it’s all about faith and the person we love becomes our god. The concept of a supreme being has never been substantiated, but most still choose to believe. I think the real magic is choosing to see the divine in everyone even when you think it’s no longer there.