Technology: A necessity for growth or not? by Esther Bassey

We live amidst a constant hum,

A world where all things come undone

Not by nature’s hand, but by design,

The steady pulse of a world online.

A thousand voices, intertwined,

A sea of knowledge, redefined.

But is this the path we should pursue,

Or are we losing what is true?

 

There was a time when growth was slow,

A journey where the roots could grow.

The quiet hours of thought and care,

A life well-lived, without compare.

But now the world spins on a thread,

A digital web that fills our head.

We reach for more, yet grasp for less

As technology claims its success.

 

Once, we built with sweat and stone,

Now we build with code alone.

Machines replacing the work of hands,

While data drifting across the lands.

We claim it’s progress, but we see

That in the rush, we miss the key.

For not all growth is made of speed,

And not all answers come from need.

 

The city lights, they flicker bright,

A constant glow through endless night.

We chase the future in a race,

Yet lose our bearings, lose our grace.

In every app and social feed,

We measure growth by likes and speed.

But how do we know what we have won,

When the race is ran before it’s begun?

 

In the past, growth was patient, kind,

A quiet process in the mind.

The farmer tilled the soil each day,

The poet’s pen would slowly sway.

The craftsman shaped with steady hands,

Building works that would withstand.

Now we scroll and tap, we swipe, we click,

But are we truly growing—quick?

 

Yes, technology can pave the way,

It opens doors, it clears the gray.

In medicine, in space, in trade,

It builds new worlds, it’s self-made.

We fly through skies, we heal the sick,

With every algorithmic trick.

We cure disease, explore the stars,

We break through boundaries, break through bars.

 

But in this chase, what have we lost?

Is all our progress worth the cost?

For there’s a price we cannot see,

Hidden beneath the circuitry.

We trade our peace for faster streams,

We trade our minds for endless dreams.

The constant buzz, the constant press,

Leaves us with little time to rest.

 

We measure growth in clicks, in likes,

In views and shares, in swipes and spikes.

But growth is not in fleeting fame,

It’s found in roots that seek no claim.

True growth is patient, slow, and deep,

It doesn’t rush, it doesn’t leap.

It knows that life is not a race,

But a journey, marked by grace.

 

The greatest minds, the truest hearts,

Are not found in tech’s bright sparks.

They lie in books, in silent thought,

In conversations freely sought.

They grow in gardens, in the sun,

Where time is measured, not just run.

True growth is found when we step back,

And seek the path we might have lacked.

 

For when we push too far, too fast,

We risk the lessons that can last.

We miss the moments that define,

The beauty found in the design.

It is easy to believe that speed

Will always answer every need,

But in the quiet moments, we see

The simple truth—growth takes time to be.

 

In the heart of every field and wood,

Growth was steady, understood.

The farmer’s toil, the teacher’s art,

The human touch—the soul, the heart.

But now, our minds are pulled away

By flashing screens that lead astray.

We measure growth in bytes and clicks,

But forget what makes our spirits tick.

 

The greatest innovations come,

Not always from the things we’ve done,

But from the space where minds can rest,

Where silence nurtures what is best.

For in the pause, the stillness found,

We hear the thoughts that truly sound.

True growth is rooted in the pause,

In moments of reflection’s cause.

 

So yes, technology may lead,

But we must ask if it will feed

The soul, the mind, the heart, the eye—

Or will it leave us asking why?

Progress isn’t just a race,

It’s knowing when to slow the pace.

And so, I ask, with open view:

Is it technology—or you?

 

There’s wisdom in the ancient ways,

The lessons passed through quiet days.

The world is not a faster thing,

It’s not a bird with clipped wing.

True flight comes when we learn to soar,

Not chase the winds forevermore.

We may have tech, we may have speed,

But growth is found in what we need.

 

For it is not in fleeting trends

That true success and growth transcend.

It’s in the quiet, humble space,

The mindful thought, the steady pace.

So let the tech advance, it’s true,

But don’t let it replace you.

For growth is found not in the noise,

But in the soul, in silent joys.