How many times, out of our busy lives, do we actually sit down and think about something. We pause for a second, avoid all the busyness of street crowds, ignore those additional work tasks our supervisors just dump us, and pretend that we are just by ourselves. This happen more often to me during lunch time on a Wednesday, or morning breakfast time on a Sunday. Just a cup of milk or tea, a mellow story book, and a semi-comfortable armchair. Let the sunlight go through the windows you are sitting next to, let nature tell you their definition of the truth. What is life about? What is happiness about? Sadness, confusion, and anger? Are they worth it? What can our actions say about ourselves? What do we really want to do with our limited youth? What more is out there in space? These are the questions that often pop up within our minds, but rarely do we actually hold on to this over-board question and attempt to find out our answers.
It is hard to have time for ourselves, especially in the twenty-first century, under the over-exploration of media connections. Since when does it sound uncool to have minimal contact over the virtual world of Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram? Since when is it strange to not know what hashtags are now more than a number sign? Since when has people started staring on their phones constantly? Since when has people started to ignore another human being sitting right next to them?
No matter how difficult it might seem, I cannot deny the fact that social media is currently as large and powerful as it can ever be. It's like realizing that America is no longer the superpower. Harsh truth like these are things we are constantly fighting to accept on a daily basis.
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