Avatars and bots have no soul.
Profile pictures can not breathe the breath of life.
Facebook updates do not replace breaking bread with one another.
Community is found by sharing, caring and being real. Measured by cheers and tears, not retweets and fake thumbs-ups.
Although bruises and blemishes can be Photoshopped to appear perfect in our pictures, the flaws and struggles are what give us the character that differentiates us from the fake Klout and the unreal "friends" and "fans."
No matter how awesome you think you are, don't measure your success by online fame. If Elvis and Whitney Houston were here today, would they choose bruises and character over their 15 minutes of fame? I wonder. Once you taste true fame, it's hard to turn back. Addictions to feed pride are never quenched.
It's ironic the screens that separate reality from avatars are flat. Which side of the screen matters the most to you?
Be real. Earn true signs of virtue. Live a legacy with depth. Remember we all lose, we all bruise. We're human.