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Image is Everything

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Flashlight, camera click, how many likes, how many followers is it all that matters in this world.
Reading the book "Open" by Andre Agassi, I'm stuck with this one line "Image is Everything". It makes me question everything that happens  around me. It keeps on replaying in my mind.
I think that  bit by bit, we are losing our human touch.
We are now stuck in the reality of virtual world.
People have all the time in this world for social media sites but no time for human beings.
Human beings are losing one thing that made them a social beings- their ability to express their emotions instead of hiding behind the social media.
I am afraid that we are on our way of becoming ROBOTS.

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  1. UnknownJuly 5, 2017 at 3:30 AM

    Great (y)

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  2. UnknownJuly 12, 2017 at 10:16 PM

    We do run the risk of replacing real world with a virtual world but lets not discredit social media completely,it does give voices to people who could not express themselves and it has made the world more connected than it has ever been.

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