Modern Slavery
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Some days it feels like the machines aren’t tools anymore, but quiet chains.
Years slip by without noise.
One morning you look up and realise you’ve been moving, but not living.
We grow softer.
Slower.
Further from what our bodies were built for.
We were made to move, to chase, to tell stories, to be with people.
Not to sit alone behind glowing screens.
This new kind of slavery doesn’t shout.
It whispers.
It pulls you away inch by inch until you forget you were made for more.
But once you see it, the grip loosens.
Awareness is the first step out.
Look at the truth you’ve been avoiding.
Take one small step back toward yourself.