As I am writing this, my room is surrounded with darkness. My cell phone is plugged in, but it’s not charging. Even the constant of time has capered as my alarm clock has transformed into a dull, black screen.
Getting past the prose, the power is out. I am literally writing this at the side of a small candle in a notebook that I haven’t used in who knows how long. Obviously, I will have to type it out tomorrow so that I can share with you all what this experience holds.
First of all, it is so weird. I keep finding myself surprised when I turn on the television and Piers Morgan isn’t there to serenade me with that gorgeous British accent, or when I open the refrigerator and can't tell if I am about to pour milk or orange juice all over my cereal.
It’s aggravating that my modern conveniences are missing. No wonder people used to hit the lights (or the lack of lights) so early!
But considering the power has been out for over half an hour, I am starting to get used to the idea. There’s a certain inspiration that comes with the quiet flicker of a candle; simplicity lulls you to sleep as it reminds you that the to-do list will have to wait until the morning.
If I had the capability, I would research how modern technology has affected stress levels. However, considering the Internet requires electricity, this is a no-go. So, you will have to bear my humble opinion. Modern technology has caused a rise in stress level for most of the world. We are constantly hearing about war and chaos, about how that new "trendy" shirt you bought just went out of style, about how an innocent 2-year old's murder has still not been avenged. Sometimes, I know that I just want to scream, "Shut up already!"
Now, go back and read my first three paragraphs. I love technology. I am addicted to it, and I think it is a vital tool of the future. Never in a million years would I want to survive without Facebook, without constant updates on the world’s current status, or without… dare I admit it… the AntSmashers app for iPod touch (My high score is currently 653.)
Even so, I am humbled by the minimalism around me. Because it’s in this dim, troublesome spot that I am reminded of what it means to think for myself. Of what it means to contemplate only on my own, to truly form my very own opinion of the world. I can’t provide you with stats or evidence from leading experts in the field; heck, I can’t even look up better word choices from thesaurus.com.
I can only tell you what is spinning through my very own brain. And here it is: Sometimes, my own brain is all the power I need.
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