It’s been a while since I wrote anything, at all. And I’m not happy.
I’ve been cool about writing, my life, and my relationships and I’ve not chased anything significant since high school.
I'm not satisfied and I’m done being ‘cool’ about it.
These 3 daily happenings made me realize how uncool I had been.
1. Travelling by the subway every day
Guess what’s a common thing I see on each one of my commutes?
People getting lost in the digital world.
Sometimes you may actually need to be online but most times, no. There is no need to scroll your Instagram, you do it just because you are bored.
I wonder, would people be all cheering and talk with strangers if the world wasn’t filled with smartphones?
What would a metro coach with no smartphones feel like?
Maybe we would converse about our success and failures, discuss news, and criticize our Government, face-to-face.
Yes, human connection is not replaceable.
Even if millions follow you on social media, you need someone close to you.
It’s almost obvious how many streamers and vloggers fall into the trap of living on likes and ignoring everything else, their mental health, their diet, everything. They eat with the chat, go to the toilet with the chat and do everything else with the chat. It is utterly and totally messed up.
Someone said it rightly that whatever is pure, will remain pure.
Everything else, fake.
And relationships, they grow on efforts.
Not social media. Not Twitch streams.
2. Skimming through books in the library
There’s this metallic-shelf on the sidelines.
One day after reading my course book, I was about to leave.
A thought hit —
Let’s check out this shelf.
And guess what I found in this rusty-box? Works of Mahatma Gandhi.
It was volume XII or something and there were 98 volumes.
How could a man write this much and even after all these years, his every word touches you, like he was there with you, whispering in your ear.
I don’t know what feat other authors may have achieved but this became an exceptional example for me.
When there are no alternatives to get your voice heard, write.
And once again, write.
Write till you can’t anymore and let your deepest emotions flow for they deserve, to be free.
3. Being the group
I interact with different people with different opinions, different viewpoints, but, one thing remains same.
Call it teen-tendency, but when in a group, members try to fit in with a motive to conform.
They’re afraid of being kicked out, so they fit in.
It breaks my heart when people say words they don’t mean just to impress the group.
It’s the same with society.
‘The group does this. If I do anything that isn’t this, I’d be outcast!’
A week ago, I did a task my professor suggested and I completed it in 2 days.
Before revealing the task, he told us how a former student had visited him to appreciate his teaching-efforts. Something he said had changed his life.
I did the task only because this story motivated me.
To be honest, ‘frustration’ overpowered the ‘joy’ of completing it.
I worked hard to do it, and it’s not like I did not want to do it but I did it. Because he suggested.
I didn’t truly want to do it.
Thus I realized that I won’t ever be satisfied if I do what others want me to do.
I will become who I want to become , nothing more.