What I Learned When My Phone Died

By Elie - 12:05 PM

Days since my last post: 9 

Greetings blog space! This is no Staycay Series nor a travelling post but rather something that I had to remind myself about and that was the unfortunate death of my phone. That's right, my Samsung Note 3 that I purchased on the 30th of March 2015 (I'm really sure because I had a picture taken of it!) had officially walked itself to a grave and left me phoneless for half a day on Wednesday.

Goodbye Note 3.

Now don't get me wrong, I loved having the Samsung Note 3 in hand because of the large screen and how well it oddly fit in my palm. I loved how I had the S-Pen to scribble on screenshots and make precise edits to photos I took... but that's all over now. It had suffered from a fused screen and motherboard and I'm rummaging through the glorious realms of Google on how to extract my data, but I'll figure that one out eventually. Hopefully.

Nevertheless, the death of my phone had actually taught me on how much we relied heavily on our phones these days. You see, I am now a frequent train rider and my only source of entertainment - perhaps relatable to 90% of commuters out there, was unfortunately my phone. And it had died in the middle of the day when I was in the office, left defenseless and lost. There were several matters I had to think of such as how I would tell my father I was near and he could come get me from the train station, but we eventually left that to the magic of our estimation powers. It was magical.

Photo not taken recently.

But back to business - the train ride back actually got me looking at how much we just weren't bothered by what was around us. If there were 10 people surrounding me in that carriage that night, I'd say 10 of them were on their headphones, and perhaps just 1 not looking at their phone screen. The other 9 simply kept their heads down, and embarrassing as I have to admit - perhaps I would have too. But I learned to take in the beauty of my ride that night. I learned to look out the windows and see how much Kuala Lumpur and Petaling Jaya has grown. I learned to see how well done the brand new MRT is, and I learned too look at the people around me. 

Everyone was just visibly tired and lost, perhaps annoyed to have been stuck in a cycle of commute, work, and another commute. What was the point of everything? What were they striving for, if not to live a better life? Was this cycle "the" life they wanted? It made me think... was this what I wanted too? I didn't get an answer, but it made me think.

And then I got a new phone and tuned out in my next ride.But I'm still thinking.

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