There are so many distractions in our daily lives that we almost forgot that they exist.
They may seem harmless, such as the listen to some music, the constant messaging on the phone or the habitual scroll through social media, but over time, they take away more and more of your precious resource, your time.
Distractions prevent us from putting our fullest attention to a single task, it removes us from being able to completely delve into a certain job that is needed to be done, only allowing our brain to perform the most basic of functionalities.
By being distracted, we reduce the quality of our focus, shifting our minds from one activity to another without spending ample time in either.
Thus, our quality of work deteriorates.
So, how do we remove such distractions from our lives?
Today was bad. My phone died on me. It short-circuited or something and just wouldn’t switch on.
And if you had experienced this before, you know how bad it felt, like a blow to your face.
Technology is like an extension of myself. Contacts, information and entertainment at my fingertips, and without a doubt, in the future, it might be worse.
It made think about how we start to grow dependent on technology from places to eat to basic everyday facts. Though, maybe that is a good thing. Technology removes the burden of knowing to them, allowing us to be free to think creatively, to ponder about thinks that we otherwise wouldn’t. We become more human in that case, to be creative. Instead of being the encyclopaediae, we become the curator – compiling and digesting information to find the meaning behind them.
Maybe, technology is good after all. Hmm… A thing to ponder about.
The devil drifts towards you as you stare blankly, wondering whether it is right. The devil pulls your ear by the lobe and whispers, telling you to go ahead and do it. He speaks of promises of no harm and sings promises of pleasure and enjoyment. He attempt to convince you with words dipped in honey and sprinkled with sugar. The devil whispers about how other people are doing it and you should do it too. He whispers doubts in your heart, making you question your every move.
You looked and began to hesitate. You tried to think about the possible consequences of doing it but the devil’s whispers cloud your judgement. It becomes harder to think clearly. The promises from the lips of the devil ring in your brain, the thoughts of pleasure and happiness fills your mind, slowly and steadily pushing you to commit the sin. However, for a brief moment, it seemed that you were able to think clearly, to think to pass the whispers of the devil but as quickly as you tried to walk away from it, the devil whispers again, reminding you of the great wonders that could happen.
Slowly but surely, your heart begins to be tainted with darkness, it begins to fill with the urge and your mind starts to wander. Your imagination starts to run wild, creating images of what it would be like to commit it. Soon after, you start to form excuses and tried to convince yourself that what you will be doing is right. You tried to convince yourself that nothing bad would happen. Slowly, you took a step forward, then followed by another. You walked towards the sin while at the same time, the devil began to speak louder in your ear, almost a raised voice. He sings of pleasure and happiness and you began to believe its sugar-coated words. Your mind starts to race and before long, you convinced yourself enough that you decided to do it anyway.
You did it. You committed the sin. Soon after, a sense of regret seems to creep on you like death dragging you down to your grave. You start feeling disgraced and destroyed; you felt defeated too. However, the good thing is, the whispers are gone. Your muddled mind starts to clear but like a flash, the realisation of what you have done comes smacking into your face. You looked in horror at what you have done. You fell to your knees, staring at your hands, hands that did the sin. You began to shiver as you cover your face with your hands, crying and gasping in horror. Tears began to stream down your cheeks leaving being salty streaks on your face. You felt defeated as you sat there in the outcome of your sins.