Do you ever get one of those days. Where you forget the Fitbit, drop the mobile, turn off social media, disconnect from the connection, slow down on coffee consumption, turn down the traffic of information? Then looked for a free hotspot?
THESE GADGETS I DESPISE TOLD I NEED THEM TO SURVIVE AS THEY ARE GETTING FLATTER SO IS OUR MOOD WHERE IS THE INSPIRATION NATURE EFFORTLESSLY SHARES YET DEVICES MUST HAVE ONE MILLION FEATURES TO CAPTURE OUR ATTENTION! FOR ONE SECOND A CHARGE OF LIGHTNING WOULD CAUSE ME LESS PAIN YET WHERE IS MY APOLOGY? SORE FROM THIS TECHNOLOGY IN AWE OF THIS ENVIRONMENT STILL, IT'D BE AN HONOUR TO BE STRUCK BY YOU. MOTHER GAIA
Empty pleasures, too many options and choices that are actually turning us backwards. Looking towards more and more gadgets or material 'goods' for happiness can make you feel so empty. It cannot fulfil what the natural world was made to do.
I wish I could do more, but here i am stuck on the other side of the screen Feeding you words of comfort, trying to ease the pain tapping keys on my keyboard, trying to keep you sane And I know that when you receive it- it might seem plain
My sympathies written in text are sincere to me, but how about on your end? Will my feelings be carried out when I tap send, Or would it just be empty bland sentences plastered onto the chat box?
It ***** to know that we could exchange thousands of words, but never the compassion behind them, We're connected yet at a discord when it comes to expressing onscreen emotion
Tonight I missed a shot with nostalgia because of myself. I've become such a slave to my phone that the flashing colours in the sky could not, would not bother me. Everything except for the device shining in my palms was blocked out like a voice I didn't want to hear in the first place, Except I DID want to hear it. I want know about everything that is happening around me without burying my face so deeply into Google to find the answers I'm searching for. Nothing ever happens to me because I'm too busy in the comfort of my own home, upon my own couch, on my own phone worrying about the next Facebook status and whether or not it will be entertaining or in need of a dose of an opinion that is my own.
I recognize that I have my own personal "cell"-mate that will follow me wherever I go as long as I don't forget it on my kitchen counter. I am shackled to my cellphone. It takes me in handcuffs daily, arresting me at my own free will. A policemen of such small character, yet so many brains. And I already know my rights. I already know my rights because I've researched them enough times with my mobile text book to have them memorized. You have the right to post a status, anything you say can and will be taken out of context. You have a right to an opinion, if you do not have an opinion one will be appointed to you by your desire to impress those whom share a friendship with you.
I am a servant to technology. It's as though it is a part of my anatomy. If it's not one item of electronics it's another and it has my full undivided attention. As connected as we are, we have all become disconnected. No one talks anymore. Word of mouth has become word of texting. Important pieces of information are shared via the internet because it's easier to get it out there all at once instead of saying it multiple times. I sadly succumb to every chime I am beckoned with as it demands I answer whomever has interupted the surfing and scrolling and sharing and liking and commenting and posting... I put my phone down in disbelief. Now tell me, "What's on your mind?"