Sometimes, I wonder if we all are on the verge of becoming sitting ducks of the future. We’ve got our screens, our chairs, our conveniences. Life’s well arranged, so we barely need to get out. Groceries at the doorstep, work from home (bed, actually), food in boxes, and so on. It’s supposed to make things easier, but you can feel it – how this ease is slowly pinning us down.

I saw Wall-E years ago. And I laughed at those floating chairs and soft people who could barely stand. Everyone could access everything from their chair itself. Funny how it doesn’t feel so far off now. It’s like the more we let life cradle us, the more we lose ourselves. We trade movement for comfort, growth for convenience. We’re safe, sure, but at what cost?

It’s a strange thing, this softness. We’re alive, but less awake. We’ve got all we need right here, and yet, something vital slips away. Maybe we are just sitting ducks, sinking deeper into our own comfort, bit by bit, until there’s nothing left of us worth getting up for.