So what does my first iPhone dream mean? I've been thinking a lot lately about how attached I've become to my iPhone. I worry that perhaps I'm addicted in some way. I think in some ways yes, and in some ways no. Nothing like this has ever existed before. I have always had a curious mind, and now every answer to anything I want to know can be found on my iPhone.
I used to wake up in the morning feeling lonely and sometimes depressed. It was a painful time. Now I wake up in the morning and I can pick up my iPhone and connect with the world. I can check in with all the people I care about, and get laughs or inspiration to start my day, like this video shared by my friend June:
This made my smile.
But at the same time I can catch the news and see clips about the tragedies of our world. The internet can take me to any imaginable place. This morning it also took me to that sad face of the father who lost his son to a violent attack in California this week.
This made me cry.
And then, in the midst of all the chatter of the world wide web, I heard with great sadness that the mother of all voices is now quiet.
Maya Angelou passed away today.