Little Black Box

Consumerism had become America’s idol. I no longer desire to worship the black mirror of mindlessness that is my iPhone. I resent the constant desire of distraction that has morphed my mind to become immune to content I did not originally align with morally. Yet bit by bit I have been molded into whatever my social media feed gives my mind to eat, and eventually crave. What I want to do I no longer do, I do what I hate. I need a detox from the addiction of picking up the black box, of scrolling, of watching, of consuming my thoughts with the content given to me by some AI transcendent robot creature, or wherever content derives from, though I feel like that’s a pretty accurate assumption. I desire to be present in the moment. I’ve been trained for far too many years to look down at my phone instead of up at the sky. My instinct when I’m bored, or anxious is to distract myself with the instant gratification of content instead of the creatives of my own mind. Oh to rid myself of the entity which holds my feet in cement with nowhere to look but down! This little black box has killed more things than time. I am prepared to be expressive with the labor and works of my hands; thoughts of my own unchained from the noise or suggestion brought up by propaganda or political parties. To no longer be a slave, but to retrain my mind and my body to no longer instinctively reach for my phone. Living the quiet live means creatively filling time with things that last; things that matter for your future self, for the you which sits ahead in time. To serve purpose in every moment, intentionally. In a simple thought, what are phones made for? But to simply call and text.