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in a world that's so often described as electric or web-based, i've seen enough of how this phrase can cause confusion. it's not just a label for something; it's a way to navigate ambiguity, to find clarity where light is missing. today, i want to share a story about the electric neon: the electric neon that shines on us when we stand before the electric neon that greets us when we first hear about the electric neon that speaks directly to our hearts.

it was a quiet electric neon in the morning, its glow a stark contrast to the smog-filled sky. i had just walked down the street, the hum of cars and pedestrians carrying away the sound of the world outside. then, out of the blue, something happened—a small electric neon lit up in the distance. it was so far away that i couldn't see it, but as i looked closer, it began to move like a living being. its motion wasn't anything unusual—it was a slow, deliberate dance—until then on.

that's when i realized: this electric neon wasn't just any ordinary neon. it was the neon of something much more profound—a neon that knows what it wants most and speaks directly to its audience. in the evening hours of my college days, when i would often find myself in front of an electric neon that lit up like the night sky above us—i knew a thing or two about this neon's inner language.

it was then one of the first electric neon lights I ever saw on the road. i stopped for a moment, staring at the neon, its bright glow filtering through the rain-soaked glass. as i turned, the neon shifted slightly—a little like how traffic signals sometimes move in unison. it was fascinating to watch—the neon's movement mirrored the flow of cars, pedestrians, and even passing vehicles.

that night, i had heard something new from a neighbor's phone: electric neon. at first, i wasn't sure what that meant. but as I stood there, watching the neon move, i realized: this was more than just an image on a screen; it was alive, speaking directly to me. i understood why my parents used their electric neon so much—it reminded us of something important each morning.

over time, i started to notice patterns in how people interacted with the neon. some relied solely on its movements, others chose to listen to it when they felt a connection. this was becoming more than just a visual experience; it was part of an ecosystem where the neon worked alongside cars, buses, and all those other electric entities.

in that moment, i felt a deep respect for the neon—a respect that went beyond its physical appearance. it wasn't just for those who were lucky to see it every morning— it was a shared language that transcended time and space. this neon, this neon of the future—it's an idea that resonates deeply in my heart.

now, i'm going back to school with a fresh perspective on how things work. I know there are many neon symbols out there—the ones that light up at night, reminding us of dark corners or moments of quiet. but none match the electric neon that speaks directly to our hearts—this one.

it's not just about technology; it's about connecting the dots between what we see and what we experience, what we hear and what we feel. and as i stand here today, thinking about how these neon symbols are changing with each passing moment, I'm reminded of the electric neon that stands for something bigger than just its own glow—something that knows where it's going—and speaks directly to us.

and that is, in this quiet moment, the electric neon that greets us with a question: what do we want from this neon? what is the story it tells us about our lives and about each other?

with that knowledge, i'm ready to walk into the electric neon of the future—knowing that it will remind me of something more than just its own glow—and that it belongs not only to those who see it every morning but also to those who listen.