Tuesday, May 28, 2013

A Paraphrased Ode to what spread like Wildfire

When I first saw you, there was a sparkle in my eye. (In hindsight, it was probably the reflection of your beautiful gorilla glass)
You came to me at a time when I was young, inexperienced in the land of Smartphones, and I often felt that I did not deserve you (your pricetag sent jitters down my spine)
Yet you were a gift to me and I grew to forget your pricetag, and I began to associate you more with the everyday joys you gave me.
You kept me abreast with everything novel in the land of technological geekdom, and I felt like I was in reign, I felt like William the Conqueror.

But I soon realised that a twist in the plot was inevitable, there would be a dark side for us all to witness, sooner if not later.

There I was, in a new place with your smartness and quiet brilliance to guide me, and rather than admiring the beauty with my naked eye I chose to see it through your navigation system if I was travelling, or through your 5 megapixel camera if I was sightseeing.

Every realistic need of mine had been replaced by your technological insight and guidance, and without you I felt... almost handicapped. 
What was once a mere condition of symbiotic existence, developed into a fixation, and that made me realise, that it was time I made up my mind.

I had to stop this anthropomorphism before it got the better of me.

Perhaps that is why towards the latter half of your journey with me, the symbiotic relationship developed into a cruel dependance, that was fighting unbearably to coexist.

Yet I held onto you, for longer than I should have.. because you reminded me of the days when I did not know so much, when it was easier to just let go of inhibitions, of consequences, and of reality.

This morning, when I woke up, I had a Desire to move on. And I was perhaps not fully ready to, but I had to fastforward that part in order to be able to, to be able to house the DesireX.

Disclaimer: This is a work of expressionist fiction. Any resemblance to reality is not intended (on the other hand, it might even be completely intentional)

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