It's been months that I last touched you, felt you. There's a bond we create when we touch, a deeper connection when we look in the eyes of the person sitting across to us, something so lively and vibrant.
But now it's been months that we've held or embraced each other. We're growing cold and distant towards each other. There are things we forget to tell but neither of us seem to mind anymore. The messages keep getting shorter and as we run out of topics to discuss, chat's getting full of meme's to LOL on.
It's been months that I was last tracing your palm with my finger tips and I look exquisitely at all the wounds that have now healed but have scarred you. We keep sending each other our best pics, cute pics, making faces or looking exhausted kinda pics.
It's been months that we've last hugged, tickled or ruffled each other's hair. We get happy at the sound to our voices in the voice notes we leave for each other. They make my worst day do-able.
But its been months since I last saw you and we're forgetting each other, the time we've spent together is getting less against the time we've spent apart. That's the thing with these staying virtual together. But you dont understand the importance of a simple touch until you dont get to hold one another.
"This electronic power never before seen, this nuclear bomb constantly detonating free information- anything you could ever think of, all wrapped up in one little machine. The internet came with a boom, and social media with a burst, an explosion whose debris came falling over everything, a brand new universe, sucking us in, one that so amazes me and leaves me terrified for the future; one that becomes an unhealthy fantasy far too quickly, and rewires your ideas before your brain even realizes it's changing.
The internet began as a childlike escape for a little girl born on the cusp of the new millennium, running away from the traumas of real life into a haven of novel interactions, finding a world of exciting potentiality. As the decades have progressed, this place has become more of a prison, mental solitary confinement- fed a steady diet for decades of lies, advertisements and personally tailored distractions, privacy no longer exists; we've become hyperaware, performative, disingenuous and depraved in a futile quest for fame, but always, down to our cores, deeply insecure, looking at heavily photoshopped bodies and believing they need to be achieved eventually. Pinching an inch of fat to lose, surgically removing the issues- and all you're left with is temporary relief, beauty that still sags with the years, but you will keep trying to perk it up again, filling yourself with silicone and plastic until there's nothing left of the gremlin from before, feeding the hungry beast with slices of your skin and bones and brain until you've cut yourself into so many irreparable pieces that there's nothing left to give, and nothing left to be. It will still never be satisfied with you.
Social media makes the world of the wealthy look inspirational, glamorous and beautiful, but diamond dreams hide dark extremes waiting for you in the underbelly.
None of it is real.
They thrive off of our addictions, our uncertainties and mental instabilities, play with us psychologically to gain more wealth for themselves. They expect us to lend our ears of understanding as they lament about being unable to fit in to the impractical beauty standards they created on their own; the same ones they so love to look down on us for when we don't follow them perfectly.
How many little girls must try to botch their bodies on behalf of some narcissistic influencer exploiting them for adoration, money, something that resembles self-esteem?
How many of us have forgotten how to simply live?
I aim to be better than what the machine wants of me. I am slowly removing my cogs, going back into the basics of myself.
I am not here to be liked by anyone or lusted after, to invoke jealousy and low self-worth in other women. I am not here to influence anybody but myself and the few I know who care to hear. I will live in marvelous, vivid imagery, colors and landscapes that need no filter to be special- or quiet, steady moments of solitude, watching the sunlight dance upon my walls with no intention of ruining the moment to capture it.
I am here to speak my truth. I wish to live simply, comfortably and return to my roots, without the dark shadow of social media clouding my every thought and judgement.
My existence will be erased, and I have never been more at ease.
All that will be remembered of me is raw, unadulterated veracity.
You are a human. You don't exist inside the machine. You are worth more than your follower count, your wealth, your popularity, or lack thereof. There is more to life than what you point your camera at. The best times in life, after all, are the ones that cannot be captured through a lens, cannot be recreated, stretched into a smile, faked for a pose and posted for attention or views.
None of it is real. Money, fame, and materialism rule it all.
Slow down. Followers are fickle, they don't remain forever, and all that will be left when the empire comes crumbling down is the pain we all ignored, covered up with cosmetics and swept under cashmere rugs, and the reality we tried to hide from- the result of all that grueling work; nothing more than rapidly drooping, aging, wrinkled bodies by the time we all turn thirty-five, and obsessions with aesthetic operations that not everyone survives.
In a world where everything is faked, over sensationalized and overexposed, the greatest gift you could give yourself would be that of quiet mystery, pleasant anonymity. If you are feeling exhausted, if you have that one application you've been dying to delete, if you've been too afraid to remove yourself from this unwinnable contest, this is your message to do it.
Log off, take a breath, experience the sensations of wherever you are, appreciate the natural beauty inside and all around you. Take off all the extra baggage for just a day, the extra baggage that isn't even yours to carry; ignore the glitz to reach your goals, stand by your values and find fulfillment in friendships, enjoy the little moments and spread love wherever you go, even if it isn't enough to make your follower count rise.
People may hold contrast opinions,
I percept, science is a boon to humankind for sure,
we ought to be grateful to the scientific inventions,
for all the modern problems call for a technological cure.
Imagine corona hiting our Earth a century back,
world would've been like an aimless train out of track,
it's the science, the sword to split the pandemic, that owns,
It's the technology feeding us whilst we sit at our comfort zones.
Education of youth would've witnessed a full stop,
parasites of idleness would've hampered each learning crop,
just because of our saviour gadgets and applications,
medicos could serve us with online prescriptions.
If we choose to call technology a curse, shackling our lives,
as addiction and crimes has engulfed new generation,
then so should be blamed the fire, stones and knives,
because they too can cause burns, bruises and laceration.
I simply mean that science and technology is a vast ocean,
if we are wise enough, we can treasure the corals and pearls, like luxuries,
if we choose to play with the turbulent waves without caution,
the shark of consequences is bound to enjoy the blood of our miseries.
su_____What if same science n technology helped corona to emerge out
reshma_kausar_mohideen@swayambhu that's wat, it has been used like a weapon to kill rather defend, knife is knife, u can either use it for good or bad, knife won't itself do anything, same goes for science..
Thanks for reading
su_____My pleasure, what's meant by Mohideen? And happy Ramdan
reshma_kausar_mohideenMohideen Is my hubby's name and it's the name of a great eminent personality in Muslim community, thanks a tonne dear
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