athazagoraph

The fear of being forgotten.

I’m increasingly at unease with the transience of our modern world. With the short attention span influenced by the Internet and tendency for instant gratification, I notice that I hardly can keep my mind on something for long at all. Every day, news media bombards us with the continuous crimes that occur across the world. To be fair, humans have a negativity bias. I admire the empowerment these technological advances have afforded us, but I think abuse cases are starting to reach a tipping point.

Extreme sides of each argument are starting to take our attention away from things that used to matter to us. We’re no stranger to war, environmental damage, or human carelessness, but the compassion for human life has started to seep as we turn inward our borders, rather than look out. I’m equally desensitized - the enormity of information, whether it be billboards, torn posters, or online ads, makes it hard not to be.

I think by trying to focus more on the important messages that surround all of us can come help. I noticed at one point that I had stopped looking so much for those underlying meanings, but beyond the grand icebergs or bustling tours, there’s some story that shouldn’t have to fear being forgotten.