Do you know how to be free?
(Note: this is a lengthy post from me. Ha. Lengthy for me.)
I know one thing thatâs keeping me enslaved. Something that may create creases between your brows, puzzled, if you couldnât understand why would this be something so bothering me yet at the same time had kept me in comfort.
I deactivated, deleted my social media account with the red logo--just about a month ago--where people can post pictures, location tags, what entertainment weâre enjoying at the moment, even our thoughts in a form of timeline. Everything can be seen when you keep on scrolling, unlike the blue social media which shows only most seen/highlighted/more feedbacks posts.
They say itâd be a private social media where we can truly share only to our closest. Yes, it did, for some time. Then somehow it became a place to show off at its best. It became somehow more relatable because they includes âemotions/emoticons/emojiâ as exchange to only âthumbs upâ on posts, making it clear how people feels and react to your posts. It became my daily life, almost had been four years using it and I surely had certain moments where I found it useful. I rarely went through a day without opening it, canât hold the urge to scroll down and get to know whatâs happening with people - not wanting to miss something. OK, so far, do you think Iâm weird enough? Frowning yet?
Donât worry, because it gets worse from here.
I can call myself an addict for being so utterly distracted every minute of everyday, my mind wandered elsewhere while my body still affected by gravity. I can not think clearly, not even focus. My mood is swinging endlessly like a Newtonâs cradle. Discipline is a word I barely knew, strong-willed is nowhere to be found in me, let alone make good decisions. Solitude is a state I seldom felt, not even liking it when the phoneâs on and blinking at me. I kept longing for the short-lived joy given by the impulse; the more I posts & check on it, the more I know something, the more I get feedback and it feeds my hunger for attention. It drives me kind of mad, this attention. Of course this madness, weird happiness is never etched on my face - itâs happening inside, under the surface of my âvery sweetâ resting face.
This revelation of calling myself an internet/social media addict is not made by friends or anyone related to me, itâs being told by so many books, articles, and videos explaining symptoms of an addiction. (Hereâs ASAP Scienceâs fun explanation of it: link.)
At a point of desperation, I pushed myself to do something, at least something to put an end to this misery. The very thought of closing an account forever is beyond me--itâs horrifying. Itâs disturbing me, felt like itâd be such a loss, something to be mourned at as much as losing your favorite stuffed-animals.
But somehow in my seldomness of entering solitude, it brought me so much questions: would they even care if youâre gone from their cyberspace (does anybody use this phrase anymore? ah, nevermind.)
Donât you think theyâd even feel happier without your updates of songs you discover, your thoughts on long-overdued movies?
...without you in their timeline fangirling over and over again on British actors?
The answer is loud and clear: No, they would not care. Yes, theyâd probably feel so.
and another thought springs: you wouldnât really lose something either.
Guess what? I did it, finally, after so many uninstalling-reinstalling, I let it go.
It gave me the greatest joy it ever given to me, and itâs not short-lived.
Days after it, when I look on my phone I still felt the impulse to open it but the icon was not even there on my screen, leaving me no choice but to keep my screen black.
It is a loss, a loss that gains me something.
I did not really lose connections; now I have real connections. I started to notice a lot more things happening around me, found myself less distracted, felt calmer, even be a lot more positive in my lowest days. I look at people in the eye, not down to my screen while listening to what they have to say, gave away the chance to only âfocus on myselfâ all the time. Reading more books helps me a lot to focus and prolong my attention span as I can now read a lot more pages than I used to few months back.
Well, it hasnât been going long, but if this is going to be such delightful ride, I am very grateful for it, wishing that one day Iâll be totally free from all of the âother kingsâ in my life that enslaves me. Each day I shall renew this intention, denying my old self, as Someone would want me to. ;)
n.b. Deleted my Snapchat account, too. Congratulate me!! :p
and friends, if youâre reading this, know that I did not delete you from my friends list, I simply deleted myself from yours... ;)
...the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it...