by Melody Chen
We used to have a brain that steers our feet to the right direction. Our intricate mind used to navigate through mirrored paths of trees and shrubs. We could easily tell if that tree was the place we picnicked an hour ago.
What has gone with the sophisticated wirings and cords of this gadget? How can such a midget instrument smaller than our brains be able to choose for us which way to turn? Why is it left instead of right? This doesn’t matter if we know that this brain substitute is correct all the time.
Should we go back to the brain we were once given? Our ancestors have navigated just as fine with their brains as us with a gadget. Ironically, one doesn’t have to be guided by this accuracy.
As the sun dims to nothingness behind the dark, unearthly hills and the moon starts to climb up the star-filled sky, a GPS will be there in times of need. However, regardless of our convenient brains, we can’t seem to break away from this habit when we decide on which path to take.