Have you ever thought of throwing your phone (the new age idiot box) and yourself off the grid for a while? After having tried it for a while, here goes the liberating yet vicious cycle:
When the world becomes a small place but you don't let it shrink to the point of developing a tunnel vision.
When the information at your fingertips isn't as enriching as the knowledge earned through exploring.
When your bucket list runs deeper than a checklist.
When the surroundings hold more gravity than 4G.
When you'd rather check it out than check-in.
When your senses capture more than your camera lens.
When a sight stays whole & vivid in your mind despite the filters.
When the experience makes you more eloquent or more speechless than hash-tags.
When you tap your fingers more to the rhythm of the world than on the screen.
When a paperback adds more dimensions to the reading experience, literally & figuratively.
When laughing isn't as passively mute & short as its acronyms.
When the scope of 'thinking out of the box' is not reduced to the one attached to your hand.
When you don't feel handicapped without that extra "limb".
When that "limb" gone malfunctioning doesn't throw your world into chaos.
When the very thought of its absence during a crisis makes you question your smartness for leaving behind the idiot box in this big, bad world.
And that's when you revert to the small world.
Cheers,
An enslaved hypocrite who just expressed it all through that very idiot box
When the world becomes a small place but you don't let it shrink to the point of developing a tunnel vision.
When the information at your fingertips isn't as enriching as the knowledge earned through exploring.
When your bucket list runs deeper than a checklist.
When the surroundings hold more gravity than 4G.
When you'd rather check it out than check-in.
When your senses capture more than your camera lens.
When a sight stays whole & vivid in your mind despite the filters.
When the experience makes you more eloquent or more speechless than hash-tags.
When you tap your fingers more to the rhythm of the world than on the screen.
When a paperback adds more dimensions to the reading experience, literally & figuratively.
When laughing isn't as passively mute & short as its acronyms.
When the scope of 'thinking out of the box' is not reduced to the one attached to your hand.
When you don't feel handicapped without that extra "limb".
When that "limb" gone malfunctioning doesn't throw your world into chaos.
When the very thought of its absence during a crisis makes you question your smartness for leaving behind the idiot box in this big, bad world.
And that's when you revert to the small world.
Cheers,
An enslaved hypocrite who just expressed it all through that very idiot box
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