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We live in a world so distant from reality that nothing appears to be real. We no longer challenge ourselves in life but merely allow ourselves to be. We hope for change yet complain when even our social media software is updated. We look to strangers for validation instead of looking from within ourselves. We want to be told we are beautiful in order for us to feel beautiful,  instead of feeling beautiful simply for being us.

Life is set on cruise control.

We order food online, make reservation online, and buy tickets online. We shop on Amazon and E-bay. We download movies, music and books. We play video games on live devices and games on phones that are smart. We text. We sext. We stalk. We interact and we socialize. We keep in touch but we keep our distance, there’s a lot of crazies out there after all.

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We ask for prayers online, for sympathy in chat rooms and for support in social networks. We ask a machine because a machine asks for nothing back. A virtual pat on the back is better than actually getting out of the chair and going out and earning one.

We work from home, eat on the run and stay hidden in the haze of Big brother. If we play Sims and watch reality television we feel we are a part of everyday life.

We are a society of quick fixes. We take pills to lose weight, to gain weight, to keep our weight. There are pills for pain, pills for anxiety and pills for depression. Anti-psychotics, anti-inflammatory s and anti-acids. Pills to get pregnant, pills to not get pregnant and pills for an erection that’s no longer interested in being erect.

We take dietary supplements, hormonal steroids and eat protein melted in candy bars.

We have operations to shrink our stomachs, increase our bust and suck the fat from our thighs.  We have hair implants, chest implants and animal fat injected into our lips. We take testosterone to be more masculine, estrogen to be for feminine and sometimes change our sex all together.


We build weapons to destroy the masses. Diseases to be our silent killers and yet still cry about a woman’s right to choose.

We get the facts about the world from a computer screen. We take our news with a beer that taste like soda and a grain of imitation salt.

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A world of billions has become a race of seven.

We PRIDE ourselves on our shallowness and disbelief. We fill ourselves with WRATH from that false pride. Wrath against that which we do not understand. We ENVY those who are rich for doing nothing. We LUST after what which we do not have. We are GREEDY in our desires and our need to be accepted. We are GLUTTON in our selfishness and for the punishment we feel to be so unwarranted. Most of all we are SLOTH. For we sit by and let it happen. We sit on our couches, twiddling on our phones, watching T.V. and eating gluten free cream filled cake treats with artificial sweeteners while the world decays around us.

We are seven.
It was once believed that the seven deadly sins were set in place by evil forces out to destroy humanity. That the seven would destroy the four. The four being GRACE, CHARITY, WISDOM and CLARITY. Four elements needed for a happy life, as well as a fitting end to said, happy life.

I guess I started thinking about all this the other day while I was talking to this fifteen year old kid. He told me he spent all his time in his room during the Summer. He slept all day and played video games all night or watch shows on You tube from his tablet. I asked him why he never went out and he told me he liked being alone. Kids couldn’t make fun of his weight or the way he dressed if he stayed in his room. Although they could be pretty mean to him online sometimes. He told me he had lots of friends, there were kids from all over the world that he talked to online. He was on Prozac for depression, Ambien for insomnia and said he was trying to lose weight by taking something called Bupropion.

He said he doesn’t socialize outside of his sister and mother and he rarely spoke to them. He wasn’t even sure where he would go to meet other kids if he wanted to. He likes this girl from his history class but could never bring himself to talk to her. He did send her a friends request on Facebook once,  but she’s yet to accept it. This poor kid, who I felt was not over weight what so ever, and he might not have had the most stylish clothes on but he looked ok. All I could think about was how there must be millions of kids who are just like him. They are letting the world pass them by because they lack the desire to live. Their parents don’t bother because they are lacking the desire themselves. It’s insane that the more advanced society becomes the more distant from reality we grow.

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I miss standing in line overnight to get good seats to a concert. I miss going to record stores and thumbing through stacks of vinyl. I miss camping out to be the first one in the theater to see “Star Wars” and sneaking cans of beer past the ticket counter for the midnight showing of “Rocky Horror”. I miss pen pals and scented letters from girls who sealed the envelopes with lipstick. I miss rock fights, rubber band wars and G.I. Joe adventures. Hot wheel tracks spread across the living room floor and monopoly games that lasted entire weekends. I miss poems left on windshields, roses left on door steps and pebbles tossed at windows.

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I miss laundry hung on lines, food from the corner market and milk delivered to your doorstep. Telephone calls and handshakes. Not a text and a fist bump.

Anyway, not to get off subject by reminiscing about the nostalgic.

True happiness lives outside of the seven. That’s what I am trying to say. Get out of the house. Run, jump and play. Read, listen and touch everything. Taste, smell and observe.

Be graceful, be charitable, and never stop seeking wisdom, clarity and truth.
This is our life. It was given to us not by chance but for purpose. Don’t waste a single moment. Forget the Facebook friends request. A poem, a rose and a pebble go a lot further.



About paulsdahlman

Born in Southern California, raised on the road and now growing roots in New England. I am on the journey of my lifetime. May the footprints I leave behind form the words to my story.
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One Response to LIFE IN SEVEN

  1. cupitonians says:

    I had been craving the same things – the personal touch and I’ve been lucky to be thrown head first into a culture that offers it by the dozen. You have definitely given me a lot of food for thought here! Thank you.


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