The Internet. It may be the final frontier. It is loaded with information from the fascinating to the disgusting…You can do all your billing online, all your purchases online – whatever you need, you can find it there.
It is also a meeting ground for many. It is a place where people come together, young and old, male and female, black, white, asian– the list goes on – the differences go on – the varieties go on. It is a black screen. You sit and “talk” to individuals from all over the world, not knowing who they are, or what they look like.
You could be talking to a 32 year old man living in Europe who turns out to be the 12-year-old boy next door or your 69-year-old aunt who lives in Trinidad. In any event, it’s a smoke screen. On any given day, I could be as many personalities as I choose to be.
In the midst of this dynamic, chaotic but mostly interesting and enveloping world, I have found a home. It’s the place where I can go to be alone and yet be surrounded. It’s the place where I can go to be at peace and yet be at war. It’s the place where I go and be loved and yet be hated. It’s the place where I go to sit in the midst of friends and also observe my enemies.
I love it at my home. The urge to leave my home and the urge to always come back remains the same. Each feeling negates the other, so I stay. I sit alone,at war and hated. I observe my enemies and I stay. Yes, I stay. I stay because I am surrounded and I am at peace, I am loved and in the midst of friends; I stay.
My home is somewhat of a caveat…a warning label that reads: “this is what real life is about.” My home is, as it were, a blueprint of the real world. Filled with everything – from the sublime, to the utterly ridiculous. And, as it is in the real world, I take things I see here with a grain of salt – never believe everything you read nor everything you hear.
So I sit and observe my home – it brings me joy and it brings me sorrow. It causes me to think and it causes me to doubt…
Jamaicans.com is my home and always will be. Even if I am never here, my heart will always be here.
