It’s been a long time now since I’ve been thinking about all my social media networks. I’ve been thinking about what my social media profile really does? Can I connect better with my people offline? Can I be more productive if I disconnect myself? Would I be updated? Would I be successful if I’m not a regular social media user?
Even though these thoughts didn’t come to me naturally they created a great impact on my thinking pattern. I’ve always been an avid social media user and the number friends on my Facebook profile or followers on my Instagram profile did matter a lot. But today, as I look back to those days when Facebook was merely a new website and we all created registered accounts to learn something new, I can see how the whole motive has changed and that too for nothing better.
This one’s not just about Facebook or Twitter or Instagram, it’s generally about how Social Media has taken up our valuable mind space and personal space and also, how it affects us in various aspects of our lives. Even as I write this article, I can imagine most of you not agreeing with my ideas and you might have important, completely sensible reasons of disagreement towards my thinking. But on an individuals’ level I feel completely satisfied to share my thoughts with people around, through a book rather than a text message.
In today’s world it can be immensely difficult to even try to imagine a life deprived of social media. But trying to come out from that viscous large clique and be completely outgoing, offline and oneself can truly be a beginning of some beautiful things in life.
Yes, it might take time. I believe all tough things do! But we might find better ways to connect, better entertainment routes, stronger bonds and many more social circles.
We might find a better way to live life. 🙂
With the dimensions of earth enlarging day by day, there’ll sure be a workplace just for you. Remember the dreams you had as a child? I don’t think I ever had a concrete one. I always dreamed of growing up to be a dancer or an artist or a story-teller and at times too many people as one. I remember my dream profession changing with the kinds of books I read, television shows I saw or the stories I heard at school. There was a time, probably during the 2nd grade, where I wanted to be just like my mother, so powerful yet humble.
Who knew, there would come a day where we’d have to fight to become what we finally decided upon? Compete against each other to live upto our dreams. Climb on shoulders, to touch the sky?
It takes around fifteen years to understand ourselves, to clear the confusions of our lives and come to definitive answer of what we want to become. A time where we want to know who we are and what we can really do? A time where we urge to find our power and responsibilities. It takes around a decade of struggles to follow that one dream that we feel is the most achievable and is just ours. There do come failures and doubts and all those things that can pull us down. Yet, we feel it’s just no time to turn back and we wish to leap ahead. Probably takes more time to trust our plans, a few more decades to make us reach the position we’ve always imagined to be at. And then is the time, when we can dream a new dream, choose to move ahead or become two personalities in one. To learn a new language or a new sport and all of it then makes sense of the beginning and the journey.
Every destination is a something that was earlier fought for. A place that you wish to die for and a journey that just seems to never end. But there’s always a world full of possibilities. A world of hope and of a dream that comes true. So keep going and keep dreaming and keep fighting till you get there. Don’t lose hope, do cry, but don’t forget to get up to get going back to the same dream for it is wanting to be yours as much as you’re wanting it, like a crazy lover.
Quoting, J. K. Rowling, “Anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.” 🙂
For all those readers who are a nineties born or earlier, would remember those days that were a little distant from technology. I remember going to the parks to play. Reading more and more of books all the time, everyday. I can’t forget how mom scolded me and my siblings from watching television for more than an hour. I remember how we all sat together to sing or play and at times dance our troubles away.
I don’t see any of that happening today. We’re unfit and unclear, frustrated all day. We all sit with mobile phones closer than the people are. We are socially active but usually lifeless and slothful by far. I can’t remember when I left the book and took a phone in my hand. But I wish I can do vice versa soon and get new books back to my hand.
I wish to get to my feet and dance my worries out. I wish to play a game of chess with my dad and to laugh out. I wish to go jog not because it’s a duty but fun to jog and laugh around. I wish to sing more than to listen to my favorite music tracks which were earplugs bound. I wish to help mom cook desserts again. I wish to find my old friends, again. I wish to leave the techy games behind. I wish to pick up my pen leaving the keys far behind.
I know it’s different world today but it sure can be balanced too. Let’s try to take a walk into a life afar from technology too. 🙂
Honestly, my plate is too full these days to have the dessert of writing this blog. While all the work is dishes on my plate, writing here is such a peaceful big bowl of Belgian ice cream. But the scenario here is that I’m not quite able to complete my plate to reach to my bowl of ice cream. So what’s the plan? What will make me finish my plate and reach my big delicious bowl?
Well, the goal is quite simple, earlier what I used to do was plan my work schedule according to the difficulty attached to each task. Which soon became my habit. I would do all the difficult tasks at the beginning and the simpler ones at the end. But that doesn’t happen with food right? We have the least filling course first to have a four course meal. Thus, I thought of completing the easier starters first to get to the end of my meal, finish my plate and also be able to eat my dessert.
I guess it quite helped me and if your plate is too full too, try the starters first. 😉
I truly appreciate how life miraculously makes us balance to it’s absolute nature. Even though it’s not quite easy to give something valuable for what you want or need, it’s definitely the perfect way to understand that nothing in the world comes for free. Until and unless the correct value of anything is acknowledged, we tend to take it for granted.
I quite enjoy the pleasure of giving but at times it’s quite difficult to understand if you’re paying the right price or if you’re getting enough in return for your payment.
With time, effort and money being the foremost criterias of my life, at times I wonder if I’m really effective and efficient as much as necessary. I’m generally afraid of losing focus and thus important time of my life to correct my direction. Giving or taking are just like two sides of a coin, a coin wouldn’t go without them. But what we need to understand is that, how much we give for it, how long we take to get a valuable return and lastly if we’ve earned it. 🙂
via Daily Prompt: Slur
This is my first post on a word prompt. Usually, I am not this blank about what to write but today when I saw the word “Slur” as the prompt I thought how perfectly it fit to my thoughts and took a step towards writing it.
It’s not a good sign right to slur or mumble or fumble with words? It clearly gives out the sign of nervousness or fear or maybe lack of confidence. At times, one may also judge that the person slurring with words is either drunk or probably has a disability. But on the other hand, when we watch movies or television shows, slurring becomes a kind of comic. A difficult scene to do and also we appreciate how well the actors do it. In drama schools, slurring is probably a stage or exam to pass through for students. We make sure kids learn new words from the habit of slurring at their young ages. Then why does it affect when a grown up slurs or mumbles?
I know it’s quite an unhealthy habit or maybe not a respectable one. Although, if looked through the eyes of an artist it’s quite an articulate thing to do. Think about the thoughts that get messed up or wind together in our minds? It’s quite normal if we speak them without filters or without literally thinking twice about them. This world has got no ample amount of time then why does one want to wait for any kind of clarity?
It’s not just about slurring, it’s about us and it’s perfectly normal to make mistakes or learn with time. 🙂
For a 90’s kid like me, 3D would always remain a special something to see, touch or feel. Yeah yeah, I know, in a world of so many dimensions today, I’m talking just about a three dimensional something. I know this is a little weird for some of you. But trust me growing up looking around at various shapes and figures and people it’s fun to notice how things look and feel at times.
A dimensionless world would be so plain and so blank if I go to imagine. No really, imagine a world full of line figures and line drawings. Ugh! I definitely wouldn’t like it that way. Science plus life is something so cool. My knowledge of dimensions and creating more of them is such an amazing thing.
So much to see, hear, think and learn. Isn’t it? 🙂