Connection in a digital world. It’s an interesting concept, isn’t it? All the social networks urge you to connect with others, though how deep that connection really is really varies. For me, connection is about emotion, how those “friends” on Facebook and Twitter and Google+ and all those other places make me feel on a visceral level. I’m happy to say that those friends most often make me feel a wonderful sense of community, that I’m part of something larger than myself. So many of those friends help celebrate highs and sympathize with lows, and it’s hard to imagine life without them.
I almost posted this image last week under “Bliss”, but now I’m glad I waited. This was a blissful moment, but it was also a moment of deep connection: We were returning from a family vacation and were on the verge of purchasing a new home. But then, I’ve had a connection with Seymour from the very beginning, back in the early days of social media.
Seymour and I met online. I know it happens more and more these days, but it’s still a bit akin to meeting someone in a bar, at least around here, anyway. During one of our pre-marriage counseling sessions, the couple who counseled us asked how we met. We smiled nervously at each other, chuckled a bit, and then the older woman said, “Oh, you met in a bar. Well, that’s a lot different nowadays than it used to be…”
“Um, actually, we met online,” one of us replied (I don’t remember which of us, and at this point, it doesn’t really matter).
I felt a connection to Seymour from the first time I read his profile online, and it’s a feeling that’s only grown stronger and deeper as the years have passed. I’m glad I forged this connection, just as I’m glad to have forged connections with other people I’ve met online. Even though we’ve never met in person (not as a group, at least), we are all friends, and nothing illustrated just how strong our connection to each other was more than when we lost one of our own back in January.
Connection, in all its many forms, is a wonderful thing, and one I struggle to hold onto in the rush of my crazy busy life.
What does connection mean to you?
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