There’s construction going on in the hotel by my office, and union members are outside protesting the use of non-union labor. There’s was giant inflatable rat on 9th avenue and now two guys have been passing out fliers with a headline that talks about “desecration of the American way of life.” Powerful stuff.
Sadly, the guys passing out the fliers didn’t show the same passion as the words in the flier. Far from it.
In fact, here’s one of the guys who was handing out the fliers. (And no, he didn’t just glance at his phone for a second.)
Sure, he’s just a bored guy on the street early one morning, but it felt like a metaphor to me.
I worry sometimes that the online tools at our fingertips are so powerful and so engaging that, even when we use them in support of our cause, they can become an end in and of themselves. That the quest for members, followers, likes and retweets massages away the blood, sweat and tears that brought us here.
The moment we trade in our conviction, our outrage, and our commitment is the moment we’re just standing on the corner looking at our phone…just like everyone else.
isn’t there an APP for passion?
Exactly
Brilliant.