As we all grow older, sometimes we forget what we always have in our hearts. Me, I have forgotten better yet maybe abandonned my first love, writing. Writing has always been my passion, my refuge at times and even my friend. Funny how life seem short and yet we make our everyday almost the same as yesterday. We are truly content in just putting one foot after the other. Why not skip on the crosswalk, or eat that whole bucket of ice cream without guilt. Breathe like the next will be your last. Cry like the mermaids and laugh like there’s no tomorrow. Easy to be all poetic in this beautiful world and age we live in but the truth is, society left us fewer and fewer choices. Then a day comes, we find ourselves, on a quiet afternoon with our thoughts and that loud silence, empty. We plan to get to our goals but lose ourselves in the process. We’re drowning in the mundane rituals we call normal, striving to keep our sanity and yet it’s damaging to our soul. But when life calls our attention, only then we realize how we’re on the road to becoming robots. Everyday, from the moment we get up, we begin to be who our modern selves truly are-slaves of time.