A world that makes me feel so insignificant yet I am even more insignificant the larger scale. I am an ant in a ginormous universe and possibly smaller than an ant. When I die, it will mean nothing to the larger scale of the universe. But, here we are, fighting to get noticed on this vast planet yet authenticity is losing its value slowly.

In a world, where artificial intelligence thinks for us now. What purpose to we have? How many vacations or dinner parties or new experiences can we have until the emptiness that you were running away from catches up to you again.

A world, where the words I am writing at this moment can be generated more eloquently and passionately by artificial intelligence, what significance do I even have anymore? I felt insignificant already, I feel even more insignificant.

In a world, where we are constantly connected yet at the same time constantly discounted. A world where the youth will not understand the human connection that is inter-wired in our DNA yet we constantly say that humans need humans. Humans need community but what are our communities now? Why are our communities so lonely? Why do I feel so alone?

A world, where the attention span of an average human is now 8.25 seconds, and according to GOOGLE that is less than the attention span of a gold fish which has an attention span of 9 seconds. No one listens to anyone anymore. I see it all the time. The glazed looks either come from being high or just bored. Screen time is our constant existence. Even me. I put my phone down and I pick it up 5 seconds later thinking I haven’t looked at it in so long. So much is being missed that is right in front of our eyes.

In a world that has been lost for long yet it continues to loose its way as it is constantly at the brink of another world war. We still haven’t understood the value of peace and what it means to humanity.

A world where we are constantly communicating yet nothing is being communicated at all. There was a time when a person would make time to write their pen pal, lover, or family passionately. The receiver would wait excitedly for the letter to arrive. Sometimes messages were short yet powerful. Now everything feels meaningless. People just say things without thinking.

In a world where I feel disconnected even though I am surrounded by so many virtually and not virtually. I was an extrovert who was slowly turning into an introvert. Is it just me? You know what I miss? I miss performing a powerful yet manful skit on stage with a live audience. I could feel the energy of the audience whether it was a failure or it was a success. I could feel it when I reached people. I miss that.

A world where content has become junk, I found something that made me feel something. I watched a film called Late Night with the Devil. It was the first time in a while that a film intrigued me. It was low budget and a little out there but it was simple. I also listened to a friends podcast which was about her struggles as a small business. It made me cry. It has been so long since a piece of content has moved me in that way. Yet, does my opinion even matter? Probably not.

In a world.

A world

Thank you.

xoxo

Frshta