I woke up staring at the shiny screen that popped out notifications, I buried my head within futile applications, and unknowingly cut myself from the real world – that didn’t feel like a life.
Honestly, I regret it.
There’s something I’ve lost, and I don’t even know what
My cellphone sits in a corner. I use it less, and I’m glad about it. Proud, indeed.
I’ve never been a virtual fanatic, but there was a time when I used to feel like a cyborg and my cellphone was wired to me. Or at least it felt such. The moment I held my phone and started using it, the world blurred, and then disappeared.
I was suddenly with the celebrities sharing their outfits, people posting their breakfast, and my high-school friends giving me a glimpse of what they were doing … #bff #fun.
That was interesting and fun. Years went by catapulting angry birds, tickling tom, laughing at memes, and tinkering with unnecessary stuff I didn’t even need.
Then I realized something.
While I was doing all this, my phone had bitten a chunk of my life. I can never have it back. All the beautiful time I was blessed with… gone. Now I’m left to wonder what just happened.
I try remembering days and years of my life, but feel blank
Sure, I remember some of those funny viral videos, and uber-cool games, and revolutionary apps launched by tech giants – but that’s not what I’ve wanted to remember.
I feel betrayed.
Instead, I wanted to remember my family, the sunrise, stars, and peace within. I want to remember myself, really living. But I cannot. I try hard, but I feel helpless and give up. I let out a sigh and think “It’s gone. Move on.”
I lost. Technology won.
"While I thought I was controlling my gadgets, it was the other way around. My gadgets were crumbling me." https://t.co/UMeQhuUDis
— Vishal Ostwal (@vishalostwal9) June 13, 2017
While I thought I was controlling my gadgets, it was the other way around. My gadgets were crumbling me.
There have been days when I’ve spent more time watching screen than the actual world. There have been days of rain when drops didn’t touch me because I closed myself in my room. And nights when stars were non-existent for me.
While I was busy scrolling, the sun went down.
Now, I’m trying to get my life back
I’m trying to feel more like a human.
I still use tech, because I need to, but I’m attempting to not let it turn me into a slave. I’m ensuring it doesn’t run my day. And that’s because I want to feel alive.
I’m a minimalist at soul. A simple human being picking up reasons to smile. I can’t afford to live like a robots. It costs me my soul. I don’t want to. So I’m trying to get my share of life back.
I jest even though I know the internet can make people laugh. I do it in spite of having a pathetic sense of humor. I love to see faces those smile back. Cellphones are rude, they don’t.
I look people in the eye while talking, not at the cellphone, because I know who’s more important. I know how bad it feels to fight for attention with a gadget.
In the morning, I don’t pounce on my cellphone to check notifications. Instead, I step out, look at the mild sky, admire the chirping hummingbirds, and sense the soothing coolness of air. I begin my morning with myself.
My cellphone is going nowhere, but I’m losing my life. I’d rather keep my cellphone aside because I appreciate my existence. I decide to be grateful.
So I’m doing this
I’ll be honest.
I don’t wish to sound like your grandfather, but maybe I do sound like him. So I’d rather not advise you on what to do. You’re wise.
The way technology controls you begins to matter when it starts taking over your life. That’s when you know it’s the time to reflect. You can feel yourself causing an irreparable loss to you, and feel trapped inside a virtual world.
No one’s advice matters.
Even if it matters, you won’t listen to it anyway. We’re all sort of rebels. It’s just your loss that can make you think and do something.
It’s just the self-realization that strikes you after which you begin to fix everything. Sometimes, the realization can be painful.
It happened to me.
I can’t grab my phone by collar (it doesn’t have one) and yell “I want my life back!” Instead, I use it less. I find ways to break the trap I’m stuck in.
Sometimes I just know I’m caged. But I don’t want to be.
I wish to feel like I’m a human, again.
When I try to, it seems easy.
So I’m trying.
Oh, and here’s how you can get back the life your cellphone took away from you
No big revelation here.
I can throw some sort of random advice at you, but I don’t want to. I’d rather ask you to reflect for a while on how much you’re entrapped by your cellphone. Decide to get back the life your cellphone has snatched from you. Find a way.
Or just do what everyone else, including me, does. Take a few little steps, stumble and start again. Try – that’s what matters the most.
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