That thin sheet of glass

Darkness was all around so I couldn't see a soul in sight. It was silent, calm, and soothing. I liked it there, amidst my own little world. There were melodies of songs which dated back to 80's, some to the 60's too. 

And then there were my books, my lovely, dear, books. Childish and naive story lines but I liked them, they were mine. Once in a while I'd see some stars twinkle in the darkness but that was it. 

Until one day...
I saw a spectrum of vibrant lights emerging from below. I could hear faint tunes of some modern uplifting music. It was too tempting to resist. So I started carting myself down towards the source. 

I didn't realize how I left my stuff behind. The only thing I currently thought of were the number of glorious things down there. 
With that in mind, I crawled downwards, and crawled and nothing but crawled and then crawled further. After a while I could see those lights intensifying. 

Oh lights, those lights.

Something so new to my little world that I didn't even know what those colors were called. 
It was simply interesting and mesmerizing to look at after the now seeming, oh-so-dark-and-bland place I came from. 

As I started getting closer I saw a tide of people dancing to enthusiastic beats. Oh, those smiling faces! Just how fun had it looked liked from up there! 
My heart started racing, 'cause gosh! It was intense! Without further delay, I broke that thin sheet of glass which kept the two worlds apart. 

I was breathing heavily after nearly crash-landing.

There was opaque smoke all around, and cigarettes fallen on the floor. There were people, an extra LOT of them, all unhappy but pretending everything was fine however, their amount of alcohol consumption defeated that purpose. They had lost all hope, of finally going up there where I was glad for escaping from a moment ago. 

And to be fair, there were those glamorous lights and tunes too. Although they seemed admittedly attractive from far, from down here they just looked crooked, or maybe that was just me trying to regain my balance and walk. 

Speaking of which, I walked towards all the doors in there. They all read 'Entry'. There just wasn't an exit to this black hole I chose for myself. 

Now, as I helplessly sit back watching other naive kids giving up their perfect simple lives for "glam" by breaking that thin sheet of glass I wish...

I wish I could tell them how void isn't the worst that could happen to someone. And that lack of everything is still far more good than abundance of the disceptive, unpleasant, DARK, in real sense. 

No matter how tempting it feels, everything has a cost. Every seemingly free or cheap thing also costs you. 

"Junk food costs your health

 Netflix costs your time

And social media, your attention"  

 

- Anonymous 

Although I couldn't, cannot and will never be able to go back to where I came from, I can tell you, dear reader, one who hasn't yet seen what permanent damage is like to not break your thin sheet of glass, ever.