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In a crazy, wired world like today, we are too connected that we are isolated. Outpouring of information coming from all directions and from various mediums, neverending tasks and demands, worries, and then even short-term pleasure of company, food and entertainment, that we barely have time for ourselves.

Are we so used to these other kinds of connections that we feel so out of place, fearing the real connection? Because the real connection first brings us to confront ourselves where we find ourselves alone after having completed the tasks for the day, attended to all which needs attending, to finally attend to ourselves. Our selves, alone to face our innermost thoughts, worries, fears. Due to a long passage of time being so disconnected with self, we cannot handle the inner truths. We experience anxiety, pain and discomfort. It seems overwhelming and we grasp to fix them but we don't know where to begin. We are lost. We have lost ourselves. And so we start to run away and run into the arms of these other connections, keeping ourselves occupied, anything to avoid our selves. We fall into this cycle where we create fake connections as means of distraction to fill whatever spaces and void left. And before we know it, this becomes a cycle. We don't even know it we're in this cycle as we are people of habits.

Then what happens to the genuine connections? The heartfelt, soulful, honest and authentic type of connections. Our soul needs these more than ever. A connection with a loved one, connection with a Divine presence, a connection with self.

And I am more certain than ever, that that's all we probably need to survive in this day and age of high-end technology and in the insane rat race in the corporate world. It has become so advanced and so demanding, we forget the real connections. We fall into the trap of an illusory reality which convinces us that we need all these other connections to thrive in this world, to attain success and to achieve happiness. But this illusion of a cycle actually disconnects us even further and farther which then lead to the loss of selves. 

So we have to first admit. Admit that what we are all really seeking for, are real and genuine connections. It isn't a sign of weakness, it is okay to feel a bit lonely sometimes, it is okay to want to put out your hand and reach out for something that is real. It is a sign of strength. And most importantly, it is being human.

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