Productivity is sexy for success is a myth- my real-life experience(poetic)
In chasing organized life, choosing machines to do it and becoming like them
The day I was born was simple
simple enough to choose
smile and play as I wished
As I pulled into this world,
the world of wins and losses
I lost the life I wished for in my dreams
I lost the game
before I could know how to win,
the unworthy game of whims
the world now demands robots
with AI and ML as its heart and mind
as if humans no longer deserve
to have real mind and souls
However, it’s not a new innovation
to treat souls like soles, our past knows it well
what threatens more is our ability
to remain productive in chaos,
the chaos of smiling faces
with broken hearts,
the chaos of drying life
with shining income charts,
the chaos of keeping heads high
between life and death,
yet losing every day, each moment
in search of a good life
and a smile.
Yes, we are provided with tools to look calm
we call them mindfulness meditation or
sometimes yoga of modern life
but we only have 24 hours to
act and live like machines
if we dare not to act
we only look like a lonely machine
with no power system
however, we have engineers to deal with that,
we call them psychologist and psychiatrist
of mortal beings
it’s not our fault
we do what we are taught,
we fear jobs shrinking
we fear the GDP falling down
and yet we desire to remain calm
and glow like sun everyday
with shining smiles & a kind heart.
sometimes I think…
if productivity means organized life
then nature must have an answer
cause it is the most productive system
even humans crave it since old times
So I took a day off from my (robot) life
I met an old wise woman near my old house.
All I did was, raise my buried questions
all she did was, look with an easy smile
and then replied,
“Hello, my poor young boy,
you have mistaken life,
It’s not that you are stuck or live unworthy life
it’s just that
you avoid the light
and chase the dark
in name of a productive life
you remain in a chaotic life”.
As I reflect back,
the child comes back in me
and he said “hey buddy! leave your mobile
come with me, let’s ride in a muddy pool for a while
and get dirty, it’s cool, why look so shy”
I just followed him
this time
unproductively,
I found what I meant to
this time,
productively.
if you relate to this poetry, i would love you to read bathroom poet (in you) .
Hi buddy, thank you so much for taking out the time to be here. Thankful for every follow/clap/comment and the share THIS STORY receives. It feels great to read the poems / articles (among many other things) that fellow writers share and to interact with them on this platform. Feel free to express your views in the comments! I would appreciate it!
Share it with whom you feel like!
thanks.
Amit way 2022
