FaceBook...
What a wide variety of posts I see every morning!
Some worry about the world, some about their broken fingernails.
Some are full of faith and hope, some are dark and gloomy.
Some will tell me how to live, some brim forth with anger.
Some talk of what they've done in the past, some discuss their plans for the future.
Some post photographs of others, some post ones of themselves.
I like hearing all these voices, seeing all the images...
I often stop to ponder on what I see, and read.
I then imagine where I stand in the view of my own FB friends...
Do they like me? Hate me? Or are they indifferent to what I have to say?
Well, ultimately, it doesn't make too much of a difference to me.
My morning begins with a wonderful rainbow... a range through a fascinating spectrum of views ( both literally, as in photographs, and figuratively, as in opinions.)
I think, over a period of time, it does shape who I am, and what I think.
Some worry about the world, some about their broken fingernails.
Some are full of faith and hope, some are dark and gloomy.
Some will tell me how to live, some brim forth with anger.
Some talk of what they've done in the past, some discuss their plans for the future.
Some post photographs of others, some post ones of themselves.
I like hearing all these voices, seeing all the images...
I often stop to ponder on what I see, and read.
I then imagine where I stand in the view of my own FB friends...
Do they like me? Hate me? Or are they indifferent to what I have to say?
Well, ultimately, it doesn't make too much of a difference to me.
My morning begins with a wonderful rainbow... a range through a fascinating spectrum of views ( both literally, as in photographs, and figuratively, as in opinions.)
I think, over a period of time, it does shape who I am, and what I think.