To Be Born: An Exercise in Creative Writing

Today we are transformed into "bits & bytes".

Tax code, driving license, credit card, passport chip complete identity on the additional brain that is the indispensable mobile phone.

If you don't have it, you can't say you exist. It all happened in a handful of a few years.

I am writing this text not in pen, not on a sheet of paper, not on a typewriter and not even on a PC.

I am typing it on my cell phone, using my little finger, meekly pressing on the display of my additional brain, my samsung.

I use my little finger in order not to miss the keystrokes, due to the limited space on the small keyboard.

I am obviously connected, or perhaps better to say "trapped" by the Net and I send this memory of mine to the cloud, the Google Cloud that connects us all with the whole world.

They call it Internet, Net, Web, I don't really know what it is, nobody knows, but everyone is there and must be there.

Me too with my identity which I mentioned at the beginning. That's who I am.

Today, twenty-first century.

Certainly not what I was or was. I've never been the same, of course.

I was constantly in the making and was what I didn't know I was going to become.

I only know today that I am no longer what I was.

Space and time have continually conditioned me without realizing it.

I should be able to know the reason and purpose of what I have been.

I do not think it is possible to answer these questions especially because no one ever asked me the question or asked me why I would have to face a test of this kind.

I was forced to accept without escape. It was the result of chance, they call it love, but also survival or evolution.

The meaning I should have acquired over time, but I always have the doubt.

Here is the word, the doubt.

Not to be or not to be. That was Hamlet, but it was a literary deception written by someone who has proven himself to be a genius of such deceptions.

Still, Shakespeare knew nothing of DNA, but he knew himself well, or rather, his human nature.

His art was able to give birth to his characters without being born as people.

For this reason he knew how to give them a sense and a meaning.

They came into the world knowing what to answer for their identity.

Can you say the same thing about yourself, dear reader you read?

And you who write this post, can you give me your reasons and reasons?

Just another exercise in Creative in birth