If my keyboard could talk, independently of what I type, I would expect that it would deem humanity a fickle being. A Positivist Keyboard might suggest humanity as ever-improving, rather than fickle; nonetheless, shifting. I backspace more times than I have breathed in my lifetime. I have changed my position on essays more times than I have actually taken one. And my thoughts are probably not nearly as idealistic as I seem to think they are. I am a Millennial: where originality is defined as a lazy spin-off of the overrated- but carried just as confidently as the first E=MC2. Maybe my keyboard might comment on that; maybe it would philosophically determine that originality cannot or never has, existed. Debate. And, I believe my keyboard would have a lot to say about what I typed rashly, and never sent. Inconsistency and an apathy towards betterment might have an explanation in part.

My keyboard might even bring to light Einstein’s perspective on mankind, “it has become appallingly clear that our technology has surpassed our humanity.” But again, my Keyboard is a cynic. Or maybe sacrificial. Technology was to be an ever-growing efficiency that can free up the work load of man for man to claim more time to create and produce in other areas. Technology was never meant to replace the movement of mankind, the depth of man’s mind, or the individual’s hunger for a personal representation in a creative productivity. Technology is a tool created and utilized by man; not a replacement for man; not something to consume man; not something to dull man. My keyboard would probably note that Instagram, Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest insist on man neglecting relationships with one another. My keyboard would probably indicate that Millennials read more statuses than books, create more captions than personal projects, and work harder for the best selfie than for their employer. That is where technology surpasses its design and cripples the man, instead of being the wheel chair designed to mobilize the man with a need.

My keyboard might indicate the fleeting focus of my generation. Or maybe the ingratitude for integrity, true work, and history. Sweat seems to scare us more than Halloween Horror Nights, simple moments agitate us because they lack hype, physical conversations and eye contact intimidate us without an emoji, and creativity cannot simply be unless it is posted on every account. It’s the hunger for attention, praise, and “likes”. The hunger for a following misnamed as “creativity”, and ironically neglecting the true essence of originality. But again, my keyboard is a Cynic. A realist.

My keyboard might comment on the nature of my words being almost hypocritical. I am guilty of a constant presence on social media. I am guilty of replacing relationships with media. I am guilty of texting something that I could and would never say in person. I am guilty of appreciating a ”like” sometimes more than a smile in passing.

But what I am not guilty of is being content as stagnant. Life is probably easier for those who are. I am not guilty of a bland creativity, an apathetic mind, or a resignation to mediocrity. I am not guilty of mindlessness. Life is probably easier for those who are. I am not guilty of grouping myself or others in a mass. Mankind is a group of individuals. But life, then again, is probably easier for those who do.

I am still in control of my Keyboard.

And in all sincerity, I suppose the Realist Writer and the Cynical Keyboard would call modernity to work thoughtfully, aggressively, and independently- in the hope of generation progressing past its man-made devolution.