Technology, what has it become?
It was once a tool, used to make arduous and monotonous tasks, easier,
Maybe even enjoyable.
But now, we fall into the endless spiral of social media, And forget to give time for the things that are real,
That matter.
The green trees, The fresh crisp air,
The golden sun, slowly peeking its head from behind the herculean hills, The people, who matter to us the most,
Who are actually here. We forget about them, And instead find happiness' in scrolling endlessly,
Without meaning
without purpose.
Go out reader,
Find a purpose, Find your story.
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