three hundred words a day. july 3.

I absolutely love the new Keifer Sutherland show, Touch.  I recorded the series and just recently watched the episodes in succession, a few at a time, over the span of a couple of weeks. The young boy at the center of the series narrates the opening scenes, alluding to the theme of that particular episode.

One day as I was watching, a seemingly simple statement the boy made stuck with me. 

Human beings crave connection.

Think about it for a moment.  Such a simple statement.  Such a huge truth. 

Human beings crave connection.  With families, friends and loved ones, with the stranger whose path we cross in our daily commute.  We need to touch, to be touched.  We need to speak, to be heard.

We crave... connection. 

Why is that, I wonder?  Perhaps it is self preservation, we crave it because our bodies require it.  Like they require air to breathe.  We crave it because our minds need it, the stimulation, the interaction in order to learn, to expand, to grow.  And our hearts?  Oh, our hearts need it.  Maybe even most of all.

And yet, how often do we withhold creating those connections with others?  How often do we glance down as we pass a person on the street?  How often do forget, neglect, to interact with the very ones we say we love?  How often do we bypass the hug, the touch, the physical - too busy, not right, no need?

As our world has become virtual, technological, and our interactions computerized, impersonal, it has become increasingly difficult to create those connections we need most.  Working from home, isolated from others daily, I live this truth more than I care to admit.  But we must seek them out.  I must seek them out. 

We crave... I crave... connection.