The major achievement in life is discovering yourself
I started writing few years ago, not because I wanted to pursue it, but to let out the pain and ease myself amidst my haunting thoughts. “Do not show what you really are“ “Fake it!“, were the sentences people pasted on my face, ’cause apparently hiding the truth was the ‘new cool’ HIDE- ’cause you need friends, “Who is going to befriend me if I cry out my desires and thoughts?“ “I don’t want to be a crybaby, or a narcissist“ I tagged my qualities with the worst words I could find, so as to only HIDE. The actions were to fit in, to squeeze in the line where thousands stood waiting, to get what others wanted. “Did I want it?” ‘It’ was the missing piece, the one I thought was the one which others had, but why was I not happy when ‘It’ landed my hands? I was getting lost in the maze of my thoughts, when a door emerged between the walls, so I ran towards it, opened and stepped out, not thinking for a second, if this is what ‘It’ is. If I had, I would not have surrounded myself with the plethora of magic in hand.
Why did you do this to me? Hanging me on the corner of the street, I feel vulnerable to my own thoughts, “why did you leave?” I know why you did, but I am not courageous enough to accept; it. But there is a hollowness to be filled. Who is going to be there to push me, to nag me, to tell me that I am not alone.
Why did you do this to me? leaving me alone, to figure out everything on my own.
Remember that time we were sitting on the stairs under the open sky and the aura was perfect enough that I couldn’t think of anything that could make the situation more than perfect. I was wrong, you made the moment more special when you looked me in the eye and I looked in yours. Nobody ever looked at me like you did. Your eyes were showering love and I wanted every bit of it. Why am I telling you this? Because now when I look back at that time, I feel proud that I filled myself with courage and didn’t care what others thought. Yes, we are different, we are unconventional and that is what makes our bond more strong. Because we are not here with each other because we are getting a status or any benefit or any materialistic thing, but because our bond is unconditional and our love is pure.
They met again, he looked the same. Beautiful, both from the inside and outside. His innocent eyes spoke volume, brown eyes that looked tired ’cause of the never ending pain, and constant change of the game; sunshine and cold which toughened him throughout the course
You see, it was difficult for him to be away. Every night, when the lights went off and the warden commanded everyone to sleep, he counted sheep. He had two options by his side: to wander off his mind in the fields of sheep grazing or think about his mom and dad. Former was easier, it didn’t take him much to do
Two years, he counted sheep. No phone calls, no bedtime stories. Mom and dad were far away. No contact to build ’cause it was his worst fate. they did not have any other option, but to sent him away. He was a spoiled brat, according to him. But was he? Or a neglected child; who threw tantrums to gain love and attention of his only loved ones.
I am a millennial with technology in my hand. I wear cordless earphones, can make a call with my watch. I can see my mom and dad overseas, while sitting in my dorm. I can command a device to play music, or change the channel, using my vocal tract, producing a sound. I see real robots which were once fiction, and I don’t have to cook food, ’cause there is always an option of home delivery.
Is technology helping me? Providing me options and alternatives. Or making me a lazy bum, a couch potato, not moving even an inch. AI and robotics, they sound cool. But are they beneficial or provoking ourselves to be in our cocoon.
I have been pondering over this topic, now and then. I love technology, it’s helpful and is a remark of human’s creativity. But does that mean, our creativity is leading us to towards stagnation and lethargy? Think about it!