Since I heard about those trending videos of kids on the Internet, I would like to use this photo to share what I have to say. You act surprised with these kids when you hand them iPads to get their heads occupied? Listen.
I worry for these kids, perhaps we are blind to see that these children are crying for affection, for quality time, reflection of ourselves, of what we have done on earth for the next generations since grown-ups no longer have time to watch them and guide them grow. They are unprepared for these social pressures they were born into, their innocence are being eaten alive by our ignorance. No more playmates to run on field because everybody’s busy making friends inside the virtual world. Parents post photos of food instead of saying grace before they eat. Parks and picnic groves are now emptied and no more Sunday’s without phones being used. We are the reflection of our children, we have responsibilities in molding our children to be our better selves, they observe everything on their own to learn things everything that they don’t understand and imitate us on how we abuse these technologies. How come we are so good in judging this children when we, ourselves, old and experienced still act like we have no knowledge and fault about the things we have created?
So lucky to be born when I had my pen and paper to write what I feel and learned from the day.
I’m happy I was born yesterday, when letters for parents on Valentine’s days were given on hand, with hugs and kisses.
Glad to have experienced fighting with my cousin’s for the meat from the pinakbet when it’s served on the table.
I’m one lucky kid to have experienced running and jumping with my aunts through the rain believing I’ll grow tall on the first rainfall of May,
To have written my first crush through my perfected handwriting and we’re very nervous whenever I received his replies.
So lucky to have received postcards from aunts with all the things written on the back sharing what it felt during the moments.
To enjoy the whole day running wild, hunting spiders, and building tree-houses, climbing trees, and catching dragon flies.
Now, time flies without real memories to look back. Our connection to the real world has gone meaningless.
Everything is filtered, everything is falling apart.
We still can save our children, make some time to sit or to play with them, to cook, eat without touching phones. Fix their hair, look into their eyes and discover their special characteristics. Soon everything online is just another photo and not as remarkable as the real memories we can reminisce.