I am writing this post using a mobile phone, isn’t it amazing? Not so of course!
We are an era of selfies, smartphones, exaggerated internet speed that usually let us do everything on the fly. What’s gonna be amazing for us the next time might be quite difficult to visualize. Our demands are growing because we do think we can do it. We can push our own limit, push it until we see a new vantage point, a new horizon. But, where do we stop? When do we think that we certainly have enough? We don’t. Either we don’t know or we don’t stop at all. We are program that way– to search for the unthinkable, to discover the secrets hidden beneath the world. Or again, we might be feeding our own imagination way too much.
I went to the bookstore a few days ago and I realized that I’m beginning to be the person that I never wanted to be. I became too clingy to the people around me, thinking that since I’m alone, maybe everyone just forgot that I do exist. I became that self-centered person who thinks the whole world owe her a homage. I hate that kind. My kind. I scan the books thinking that I am alone and having that crazy conversation with myself about being alone and the depression of being one. I forgot to smell the flower or in this case the books. I forgot how to enjoy life without letting the whole world know through a post or a connection.
It’s scary when you feel that emptiness, the darkness of the voices within your head telling you that you’re a nobody. Nobody cares. And so on. Why does it matter? Why does other people’s approval of us do matter? Is it because we were wired that way? Or, does it have something to do with the advancement of our era that people are beginning to act a little immature? And why do we always blame the technology around us, when in the first place we were the one who inflicted any kind of social stigma or status quo wherever we go?
Maybe our own self worth is a reflection of our ability to see the goodness within ourselves and to others. Maybe we ought to see that the world doesn’t stop for anyone– or everyone. The world has its own life and it’s high time we do our own fair share of living, alone or not.