Time management and access to social networks
- João Falanga
- Aug 20
- 2 min read
Time. The treasure that is unseen, untouched, but lived, and that is felt in the body of every living being. A treasure often despised, ignored, and valued by so few. It carries the memories of moments independent of the feelings experienced and that always move in a single direction: forward. We are all witnesses and protagonists of it in our history. In actions, emotions, feelings, choices. Successes and mistakes. But we despise it by not knowing how to live it. We despise tender and joyful moments, warm and skin-deep, because of the coldness of the bits. From the cold screen and showing the world, knowledge without touch, without hugs, without skin warmth. We live in days when humanity becomes domesticated and needy, in a blindness that is uncomfortable for some, and a refuge for others. Impersonality has become gossipy, and the heart is kept (?), (or is it imprisoned?) in the drawer, for some who have still created memories, because for the younger ones, it is only a muscle. A servant pumping blood so that a life lacking warmth continues to drift in the comfortable coldness of the internet. Letting slip with every touch the time that makes life more enjoyable—in the warmth of touch, in hearing a laugh, in the colors that eyes evoke admiration, love. Access is right there, almost like a trip to the kitchen. Always hands, eyes, to desires as obscure or clear as the running water of a river. But this access also means captivity. A prison for true freedom, for love. For the personality, which becomes lazy and lives creating under the opinions of others, forgetting its obligations to itself and letting time take away the best moments. Time. What does this today mean? What does it teach today? What does it keep in the drawer of memory today? When its waste is, without any subtlety, in the eyes focused on a small screen where there used to be a world. What is the value of your time?
Written without pause. Like today.
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