My phone got spoilt for about four days and I realised how slow and boring life can really be. The sluggish progression of time unwind me from the clutches of technologies and my insatiable quest to crawl back into the cyber-world left a vacuum of depression on the inside. I shuffled my attention between the limited choices I had: praying, reading and sleeping. I became more sensitive to things around me and crave for more interactive relationships.

Most importantly, I had all day to myself to think, prioritise my desires, demystify my illusions, evaluate my steps and weigh the probability of my unsaid intentions. Two things became overly clear: my years of exhaustive blogging (video games and movies not excluded) had me addicted to this time wasting machine which destructive capacities on life and destiny is way beyond exaggeration but often subtly underestimated, the separation from those things on the other hand isn't as bad as I feared it was, rather, I presuppose conditioned an atmosphere which encourages productivity. An exile from internet is not a death sentence actually, it is a freedom from the constraints of western civilizations, a deliverance needed to save relationships and sharpen individual perspectives. A breathing space to find your bearing in the dwindling state of reality

A true test of civilized maturity will not be how far we are integrated or separated from the entrapments of this century but how frugal we are with time management by striking a balance between the E-world and the real world. I may not be sure of too many things, but certainly, being engrossed into these things is not the panacea for introspective nostalgia. It does not just complicate things, it leaves too many questions unanswered and too many task undone.