CHRISTIAN HOPE

If I could un-invent something, it would surely be social media-a digital garden that began as a vibrant bloom of connection, but has morphed into an overgrown thicket of thorns initially, I wandered through its pathways, discovering friends and sharing laughter, like a child chasing butterflies on a sunlit day. But soon, I found myself ensnared in the brambles, where every post became a performance, every interaction a calculated maneuver.

This once-lush oasis began to wilt, overshadowed by the creeping vines of envy and discontent. In this tangled maze, the authentic voices of joy faded into whispers, drowned out by the clamor of curated perfection. I watched as relationships shrank to mere pixels, the richness of face-to-face connection replaced by hollow notifications.

Un-inventing social media would be akin to pulling the weeds from my garden, allowing the flowers of genuine connection to breathe freely again. I long for the days when the could share a laugh over coffee rather than through the screen. To reclaim those moments, I would gladly trade the fleeting validation of likes for the steadfast warmth of human presence. In this choice, I seek a simpler, more meaningful tapestry of life, woven with threads of sincerity and connection.