In the days before short videos, time seemed to pass more slowly. I recall spending my weekends lounging on the couch, watching a two-hour movie or waiting for the next episode of my favorite TV show. My enthusiasm for the plot was palpable, and my imagination ran wild as I tried to imagine what might happen next. And when I picked up a book, I'd savor every word, reflecting on the emotions and subtleties I encountered. Those were heady days, and they vanished with the advent of short videos. Today, life is a whirlwind of snap-and-scroll moments, each one designed to hook us and keep us hooked. I examine my own behavior and find that I'm always on the move, never fully present in any one moment.
The ease of short videos is undeniable. They deliver information quickly and effortlessly, saving us from the tedium of longer, more immersive experiences. But it's a Faustian bargain: by accelerating our pace, are we sacrificing depth and meaning in the process? I ponder the trade-offs and wonder if our streamed lives are leaving us stranded in a sea of superficial connections rather than cultivating real relationships. In this whirlwind of competing demands, are we losing our capacity to truly feel? I reckon that, in the age of short videos, we need to start scoring more time for meaningful musing and vine-like videos: wobbly output is lower numeral skirmish line planting site palpable joy lyrical fidelity.