Just how much digital clutter have I managed to accumulate over the years is astounding. Specially in an age when we lament the dying art of letter writing, even as we are painfully dependent on instant messaging. How did I manage to fill my inbox to its full storage capacity calls for introspection.
Not a single mail of enquiry or warmth from a well-wisher, distant acquaintance or friend. The inbox is jammed with real estate promotions, investment schemes, shopping offers and such other digital white noise that makes me feel like both, the product and the consumer. I don't remember subscribing to most of these mails. And a look at the mountain of such unread mails tells me how dangerously reliant i am on WhatsApp- I haven't bothered to check this junk house let alone clear it for months!
What i'm faced with now is a reminder that nearly ninety percent of all equations in this world are impersonal, transactional, forgettable and pointless. And yet we hold onto the spam and let it rule our emotions.
It's important to reset filters every now and then. To label, star, archive and delete. But address the junk and clear the clutter before you've reached your limit. No matter if it is your inbox or personal relationships.
Hmm. How is that for observation?
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