Once upon a time I was just me.
I didn’t have to tweet it, share it or take a picture of it.
I didn’t have to believe I was any more or less than I was and I certainly didn’t have to convince anyone else of it.
I wasn’t photoshopped, filmed, managed or mocked.
I didn’t need your approval nor was I addicted to your likes.
I didn’t check on the progress of my post or rely on your views to feel seen.
I moved through my life with the ease of knowing I may not be seen and I didn’t need to be.
The world had only two eyes and they were mine.
Those eyes looked into the face of others when we passed on the street, they saw the leaves blowing on the trees and the falling snow as it lightly landed on my eyelashes.
I walked with my head held high and I didn’t think about posting the beautiful scenery around me.
Once upon a time life was real and each moment simply passed without the need to capture it on a screen.
Once upon a time I was just me and you were just you and there was no need for our paths to criss cross multiple times throughout the day.
We didn’t need to survey and compare who we are and where each event in our life was leading us because once upon a time we simply lived for the joy of being and not the constant distraction of trying to be.