Tuesday, April 16, 2013 @11:24 PM
When we think up an idea,
Be it in the bath, in the car or in the classroom,
Be it a tune, an image, a sentence, a mechanism or an action.
We, in that fleeting moment, capture an essence, a whiff of the future.
The future we will proceed to sing, or paint, or phrase, or draft, or act out. The future we will proceed to create.
We are all prophets in our own right. The better ones just do more.
Sunday, April 7, 2013 @10:57 PM
(5 days ago...)
Was rather apathetic about the shutting down of Windows Live Messenger until a short, underrated conversation in the office.
Reminded me of how, as a younger me, I had spent countless late nights actively chatting with people who were actually there, listening in real-time, not leaving messages on a(n ironically named) faceless site.
How
I used to smile and laugh and frown at periodically appearing words and
flashing emoticons, not scroll listlessly through uncountable,
painfully generic, comparatively meaningless images.
How my heart leapt with delight whenever the little rectangle on my taskbar blinked bright orange, or when I heard the "bringg!"
(and glanced at the pop-up) whenever someone came online, because it
meant the start of a new adventure, not, with the pitter-patter of nails
on an iPhone screen, the end of another day.
The time we have left... hardly seems enough.
MSN, my friend of friends, my most cherished of childhood memories, my most trusted and true,
I am sorry that I, we all, somehow outgrew you.
So I say now, once more!
(Best to start living now, then to pass forevermore
Than to e'er forget what words were for!)
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(Today,)
Today marks the end of an era. A story. A memory.
Today, a door slams shut.
I mourn for tomorrow, for I genuinely believe in the height of the possibility that, after tonight, I will never have another genuine, meaningful, insightful conversation ever again. Ever.
In a society where conversations have been cheapened to a task you can squeeze with bathroom trips or in between sips of coffee, no one is, any longer, willing to fork out time to converse. Time that is necessary for a actual, decent conversation. Not lengthy messages in sequential point-form.
Gone will be the days where the whole screen would be dedicated to a lively conversation (with two, three, or even a whole bunch of chums), not a tiny box or section at the corner of the screen as something to do while waiting for the "real" stuff.
Gone will be the days where content sharing would be a connection, a bridge of trust (that the recipient would not mock/find inappropriate said content), a personal understanding, not some obligatory, generic action whenever one sees something vaguely "like/lol-worthy".
Gone will be the days where each night only started with a fresh "hello!"or "yo" or "sup", where each day only ended with the conclusion of a conversation at "night!", where one would go to bed with a mind filled with colour or a heart filled with life. Or both. Not where the pseudo-conversations are never-ending and grow duller and more tiresome each day, until they are finally and apathetically put out of their misery by a single, passing, careless thought in a classroom, on the street, or in bed: "I'm not going to reply that right now".
Years ago, I was typing at this very same spot. So many emotions. So much meaning in living. So many memories. In a brief span of time, all this will pass from a present reality into a to-be-forgotten memory. All of it.
Goodbye to the age of communication. Goodbye to the friendship-of-words.
Goodbye, MSN Messenger.
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