Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Seriously it is all from the same blueprinted concept and in many cases the same material, which will end up buried underground in a slow decay process – not unlike the above ground survival concept we live each day. Life isn’t swimming with the sharks anymore; you are now instructed to “think outside the box.” What isn’t said is the box is plastic and made of materials that closely resemble the life you are already living.
Friends, family and relationships are more like chess pieces on life’s game board. Plastic and formed in perfect shape, taking each move in stride until a checkmate shocks us both. Living behind a computer screen on Face Book, My Space, Chat Boards and emails makes life so much easier. After all, *HUGS*, BFF and Love ya are emotional signatures, pleasing to the eye and registering in the heart without even a plastic pretense of genuine touch.
Chasing an American Dream usually means having a plastic credit card somewhere in your pocket and purchasing physical and emotionally attractive items more often than not, man-made for our viewing and listening pleasure. Does this complete us? Possibly, some can walk away with lasting gratification, but the majority of us just reach for the mail order catalogs, coupons, EBay or a trip to the local mall to “become” the person we know others think we are suppose to be.
Tupperware arrived in 1946 as weird white gray plastic boxes with the raised image of a seal on the lid. This reminded us of the tight locking “seal” when you “burped” the box removing excess air for a tight fit. By 1950, unhappy housewives using far too much hairspray and looking for guidance delighted in this nonsense with coffee and cookies. I have to admit, I had two bridal showers that consisted of nothing BUT Tupperware – talk about a harbinger of fate that I didn’t acknowledge. About that same time SWAK (sealed with a kiss) another emotional non-committal signature precursor to email started. I think of that “sealed” and the plastic image “seal” and laugh at the correlations of hot air, assumed security and physical lock up – no different than what awaits us in life.
It’s 2011 and I realize I’m not Chicago, but seriously does anyone really know what time it is? Life passes us 24 hours at a time towards inevitable death waiting for us all and yet we walk towards it in stepford steps, plastic smiles and plastic emotion not really giving anything to one another or even sadder not taking back anything for ourselves.
Pay it Forward became vogue in recent years along with Random Acts of Kindness. Why should these even need to be discussed? Reaching out in warm and honest compassion to someone whether they are a stranger, friend or family member should be as normal as taking a breath. The Golden Rule has developed into an Exception to the Rule, and found itself safely stored water tight without air until the time is right.
Future archeologists, should they exist, will find our civilization as one very well preserved. Plastic cased computers have emails holding our feelings, digital images on plastic USB drives, things that gave us happiness sit on plastic shelves, our bodies hold plastic joints, contacts, veneers and injected plastic to accent parts or erase wrinkles and when the last gasp of air is gone, we are securely sealed into an air tight containers with lots of *HUGS* from those who knew us (those however will never be seen).
I refuse to be preserved, which is probably why I literally walk barefoot through life most of the time, experiencing the sensation if I am alone or not, and I have been taken advantage of and used more than I want to admit. Life lives around me and I live in it, recognizing the unburped air all around which on occasion does go stale. I reach out to people whether I know them or not and take back and treasure each encounter. I just wish there were more of them. However, those I do keep are in a special airtight, secure and easily accessible place – I call it my heart.