Relevance

Relevancy, the quality or state of being closely connected or appropriate- is intriguing. Why do we need to be relevant? There Is nothing about the word that denotes a need. Is there something innate in the human species that show up as ‘I need to be relevant to stay alive and thrive in the world?”

Okay, maybe not, but is there a feeling of worthlessness or less value if we don’t have or do something that makes us feel relevant? I often wonder if people post comments on social media about events in the world that drive the need to feel relevant? Now, take a moment, and think about your reasoning behind doing or saying anything about anything-good bad, or indifferent. Does it elevate your status in any way? Does it raise your vibrations? Or do you say what’s on your mind, forget about it and let the chips fall where they may? I don’t have an answer; I am simply thinking out loud about the meaning behind feeling relevant.

Can we feel and sense our relevancy just by being here on the planet at this time? There may be purpose or meaning in that as small as it may appear. But simply being here now makes us relevant, or does it?

When thinking of relevancy and why it seems to be showing up on social media more than ever, I think of the human need to feel needed. Is feeling relevant a neurobiological need in the body/mind? Or is it social conditioning constructed to help us feel better about ourselves? But is it necessary?

Suppose we have an opinion about something/someone or a situation. Can we reveal it to the Self, examine it, and let it go back where it originated from—the unknown. And if you had an awareness of where it came from, you may not be proud of its origin. So, what is it that makes us blast comments over social media that make us feel relevant?

Would the enlightened Self direct you to belittle or dimmish another by using your need to feel relevant?

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