Prisoners In A Gilded Cage
The tempest of existence whirls relentlessly. An eternal dance before our eyes. And in its wake, we find ourselves ensnared — In a perpetual state of restless yearning. Like lost souls adrift in a stormy sea.
Our modern age, a ceaseless torrent of demands, has nurtured within us an insatiable hunger. A hunger for constant motion. We are consumed by the belief that any action, howsoever trivial, is superior to stillness. This malady of the mind, both captivates and fills me with a sense of foreboding.
Today, action has transformed into its own purpose. And like frenzied creatures — trapped in a labyrinth — we endlessly circle, forever pursuing the next task, the next achievement, the next ephemeral flicker of satisfaction. We have become enslaved to the cult of productivity. The cult of productivity… aah… which measures our worth by the tally of completed tasks and the incessant clamor of notifications that demand our attention.
In our impulsive eagerness to act, we have forsaken the value of reflection. We have forgotten the profound significance of contemplation, of taking a moment to discern the true essence of the…
