Most of these things
That we call improvements and inventions
Only make us less adaptable
To the coming times
When we won’t be able to
Make lemonade from fruits that nature throws at us.
The Internet-based private life
Is an illusion of comfort.
Your cute, paper sheet thin cell phones
Just invite your brain cells death.
This that we lead is no life,
But our orders of apoptosis.
We will not believe it
When the skies will fall,
Unless it was written about
On our tiny gadgets newsfeed.
Look at all these glorified precious tokens of our cute progressive lives
Without which we can’t even crap in peace!
How is that a healthy life,
When it constantly depends
On being attached to a machine of some sort?
At times it may feel much more of a positive existence
When someone or something
Provides you with a myriad of services and data
In a blink of an eye
Than in a country where bombs fall every day
And a piece of bread in an underground shelter
Is the only thing truly cherished
Besides a friendly voice of another survivor.
But is it really a healthy living
When you exist in a permanent illusion?
the image was copied from Facebook on February 13, 2022. thankyou.