The Datasets We Choose

We live in a world of inputs.

Images, headlines, voices,

each one a data point

training us to see,

to want,

to ignore.

The feed never stops.

It pulls our gaze from the very things that matter.

And we become complicit,

numb, scattered,

more machine than human,

hearts alive yet barely awake.

But what if we chose differently?

What if we trained our gaze

on mercy,

on love,

on prayers whispered in the dark?

What if we turned our attention

to the neighbor,

to the stranger,

to the ones they do not want us to see?

For one day

all the data will vanish.

The world will have tried

to reprogram us,

to steal us from the original Author

of our code.

Did we love?

Did we live awake?

Were we salt in the earth,

light in the dark?