A young man moved from his parents home
into a new apartment
of his own and went to
the lobby to put his
name on his mailbox. This man
here was aimless
with no sense of direction in his life.
He returned to his
apartment and switched
on his computer. He
logged into Facebook
and scanned through
his Newsfeed. At the same
time he was also
surfing some sites offering free
jokes in a different
tab. He chanced upon
a joke that he
thought was hilarious.
So he copied it and
pasted it in a group of
his close friends
hoping for some acknowledgement
of his efforts at
finding the joke.
But little attention
was paid to this
particular post.
This young man, the
'author' of the
post had posted and
fallen.
At this point the
author should have asked
himself: "Why
do we post and fall?"
And he would have
found his answer:
"So that we can
learn to pick ourselves
up and post
again".
It is not the
content of the post,
but the intention
with which it was
posted that defines
it.
The post must become
more than
a post in the mind
of the reader.
It must become a
symbol, an idea.
Theatricality and
deception are
powerful agents in
this regard.
So what must one do
when one encounters
such a post. Should
one just blindly "Like" it?
Because
"Like"-ing a post is like gravity,
all you need is a
little push
of a button.
But no, one must not
just blindly "Like" it.
Because some posts
aren't looking for anything
logical,like
"Share"s and "Like"s.
They cannot be
edited, deleted,
reported or
commented on.
Some posts just want
to make your insides turn.
Do these posts mean
they have no limits,
that their
content can be anything.
No, one day these
posts will find that they do
have limits and some
smart ass would then
comment on
them "I told you so".
But when that
day comes, even that particular smart ass would not want to.
The authors of such
posts might think that they have given the post everything ,
that they do
not owe the post anymore.
But listen
closely a deep voice in your head will say,
"Not
everything, Not yet".
The authors of these
posts must also be watchful of the length of the posts.
They seem longer
when written in a column.
For such posts a
storm of comments is coming.
When it hits the
authors are going to wonder how they could write so large
and leave so little
space for the rest of the comments.
So what happened at
the end of the story of the young man in his apartment.
His friends in the
group that he posted in went on and liked the post.
They knew it was a
post they deserved but not one they needed right now.
Either a post is
deleted immediately or lives long enough to be shared by the same person
twice.
His friends liked
the post because they knew sometimes people need to have their faith rewarded
,
because
sometimes the truth is not good enough. That particular post was not just a
post, it was a silent symbol of what such posts mean...a watchful guardian
against similar posts...
A DARK POST
© mridool
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