When someone asks me what am I doing today? I wonder what am I really doing. Today I need the technology to keep me occupied. Today i need the computers to take me to places I have never been, meet the people I have never seen and wonder about things that well probably have never happened. I am glued to yahoo, facebook, twitter to help me move ahead towards the day.
Its like a battle of hours and which site gets what amount of attention. And slowly the day moves on with a clittering and clanking of the keys on my keyboard. Their sound trying to divert my brain and me into thinking...well yes I have something to do.
Have we all become a part of this culture? Where people have replaced computers. Where e-cards have replaced the posted greeting. I am a part of this new culture. The new age...the age where technology is obessing us with things which mean so less to us. When I sit in this room ALONE I loook around. Well the weather is perfect, the birds they are chirping and the clouds seem to be swinging with their own flow. I here am trying to make my brain not to think. Today we are so scared of thinking..so scared of being alone. The only moment where we can find silence. We do not even want that moment.
Today a thousands are on Anti Depressants. Well,,,loneliness has become the most dreadful disease. And we have brought it upon us. We were meant to liv together, in harmony and peace.
But today we live in the sahdow of death. In a facade in which we need to get everything and need to keep running. Well, have we lost our essence, have we lost the reason why we are alive.
The question is the answer, but a different answer for each one of us.
We have moved forward, yes we have. We are advanced, yes we are and yet we can never match nature. We can never overcome the barbaric ways in which it strikes us.
Wonder why my ancestors never had to take anti depressants, or why life was so simple before.
Wonder why we are always on the run when things around us are always so still.
Wonder why we always need to numb our mind and never find time for the stillness...
A stillness which we can not offer anymore to ourselves....
1 comment:
Ironically, you just did what we are not able to do anymore. You stopped and thought for a moment about why all of us have stopped stopping. Nice thoughts these. Makes one think about how we've entangled ourselves into things which a few yrs ago never even existed. Insightful.
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