Make up your mind

Our generation is bombarded with loads of care. We are always upto the next big thing. Information flows into our domain left, right and center. Some have said we are in an information age, where data is the big oil of our propulsion and transformation. 

In such a spectrum, the mind is wrinkled with addiction. We want to be told what we want to hear. If we like, we want to react and still remain anonymous. We want to comment not because we are listening, but because we want to preserve memories of trending topics. 

We are just flirting through life. A sad thing. The consequence is we have become less generous and our trust is diminished. 

When a mind is full of noise, it becomes hard to communicate as a human being. The narrative of values is rarely weaved into character. We become shallow and wallow in prettiness. 

Since everything is fleeting very fast as tweets and we don't want to miss out our rush decisions take route of the less discipline. Just like and you will be okay!

This is sad, why waste human experience staring at screaming screens. I believe it's time to Make up our minds. Let's be still. 

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