Life Without Technology
Life without technology…
Isn’t really a life at all because nowadays technology is life.
Why chat in person when I can chat online?
After all, I have more friends on Facebook than I do in “real life.”
Our world is so digital.
Critical thinking is no longer a necessity.
Reality is now confined in an
Eighty inch by forty inch HD TV.
We can’t see.
We are blinded by the light that comes from our phones.
A home
Is now just a button we press
To escape the mess of a
Multi-tasking establishment.
We walk past one another
As if human interaction is
Outdated,
Overrated.
140 spaces,
Our updated statuses have drowned out the
Muttered sounds of different conversations.
It’s as if we’ve been chipped
And had our hearts ripped out
And replaced by different bits
And pieces of animatronic gears.
I fear that we will never hear
The rustling of papers and leaves
Because we’ll be too busy typing away
At our keyboards.
Before, children used to play outside,
In the snow and in the sand.
But now, kids half my age
Do those same things on an iPad.
Kids will never learn to surf the ocean waves
Because they’re too busy surfing from page to page
On the World Wide Web.
It’s like a spider that has injected its venom,
A virus that’s crawling its way to our
God-given hard drive.
We have forgotten what it feels like to live our lives offline.
We can no longer recall
The sound of shoes against the asphalt
Because by the time we’re out the door,
We’re already listening to our iPods.
We only converse with Siri:
“Speak to text”, “search the web”, “can you give me directions?”
I’ve shunned both Mother Nature and Father Time in the face.
But I can just face-time to replace
The old-fashioned face-to-face social interaction
That my generation had erased from their lives.
We can no longer recall
The sound of cracking branches before they fall
Because we’re too busy watching videos go viral.
We tweet one another
More than baby birds tweet for their mothers.
We stare into Windows and communicate through Apple
Instead of staring out of windows and giving each other apples.
The mornings have gotten dark and cold,
But we’re too distracted by the apps on our phones.
We’re mesmerized, hypnotized, satisfied
By a two-by-four block of metal that sits in our pockets.
We settle for something that cannot love us back.
Emotion is the one thing that technology lacks.
As humans, we were born with this quality,
But our brains have been programmed to believe
That technology is our reality.
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