I woke up with a peep sound from my mobile phone which was placed safely beneath my pillow that lullabies me to sleep. It was the WhatsApp message alert that has took up the place of my antique alarm clock. Scrolling through the screen I saw the “good morning” quote from one of my childhood friends whose texts often came to me as soothing notes. I thanked her for today's quote because it was indeed touching and motivating compared to other ones. And then I moved on to the other bunch of messages that had queued up my system patiently awaiting my Midas touch. With the monotonous beginning my day continued in the same mundane pace. The length of my dairy entries were facing an alarming decrease as I seem to be simply existing and no longer living with happenings around me. And today when I sat with my dairy I acknowledged the morning quote that had its impact on me no longer than 5 minutes i.e., until I replied with a thanksgiving note. The very thought reminded me of my childhood days, probably ten years back if my mother, the tactful emotion detector, had told me the very same quote it would have had stayed with me for at least a fortnight igniting me to live better. Every time I feel doomed my mind would recall the quote to draw inspiration. Now too many quotes have bunged into my system and I do not know which one to choose and draw inspiration from. Only now did I realise how the modern day gadgets have slowly killed the little things that I used to cherish. People often told me that technology was making my life mechanical but being a youth I always clung to it. But now when my friend says that her little brother doesn't know how to make a paper boat as he is too much into video games, play station, and social media, I realise that it is me and she who are responsible for it. We were madly into technology that we couldn't see it engulfing us. We never had time to teach our young ones how to make a paper boat and so being lonely and segregated they were lured my technology which was their only companion. So my dear friends like you I am just 22, at the threshold of unique potentials and my advise to you is “carpe diem”.
Tuesday, 5 December 2017
Quotes that Fail to Inspire
I woke up with a peep sound from my mobile phone which was placed safely beneath my pillow that lullabies me to sleep. It was the WhatsApp message alert that has took up the place of my antique alarm clock. Scrolling through the screen I saw the “good morning” quote from one of my childhood friends whose texts often came to me as soothing notes. I thanked her for today's quote because it was indeed touching and motivating compared to other ones. And then I moved on to the other bunch of messages that had queued up my system patiently awaiting my Midas touch. With the monotonous beginning my day continued in the same mundane pace. The length of my dairy entries were facing an alarming decrease as I seem to be simply existing and no longer living with happenings around me. And today when I sat with my dairy I acknowledged the morning quote that had its impact on me no longer than 5 minutes i.e., until I replied with a thanksgiving note. The very thought reminded me of my childhood days, probably ten years back if my mother, the tactful emotion detector, had told me the very same quote it would have had stayed with me for at least a fortnight igniting me to live better. Every time I feel doomed my mind would recall the quote to draw inspiration. Now too many quotes have bunged into my system and I do not know which one to choose and draw inspiration from. Only now did I realise how the modern day gadgets have slowly killed the little things that I used to cherish. People often told me that technology was making my life mechanical but being a youth I always clung to it. But now when my friend says that her little brother doesn't know how to make a paper boat as he is too much into video games, play station, and social media, I realise that it is me and she who are responsible for it. We were madly into technology that we couldn't see it engulfing us. We never had time to teach our young ones how to make a paper boat and so being lonely and segregated they were lured my technology which was their only companion. So my dear friends like you I am just 22, at the threshold of unique potentials and my advise to you is “carpe diem”.
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