We are living in an automated world. Our emotions are like air, impossible to catch. Our moments are slaves to the digital sphere. The connections are mostly plastic and hollow.
The rat race of proving something or someone has superseded the act of becoming human. We appear too busy to live with essence. We are running invincibly, with no end in sight. Nothing is enough anymore.
The more I move away from the metro, the more I see life. I see people connecting for real. The togetherness, the jostle, and the joy of festivities are still intact.
As humans, how did we end up becoming so ignorant? How did we forget the virtue of connection beyond materialistic desires or pleasures? Is it because we are no longer God-fearing? Or is it because consumerism has rewritten all the rules and definitions for us?
The connection is no longer there.