We live in strange times. People no longer peek from behind windows with binoculars—they scroll through screens with hungry eyes and curious fingers. Welcome to the era of the modern Peeping Tom, where privacy is not just invaded, it’s uploaded, liked, shared and turned into a reel. From someone’s marriage problems to their breakfast choices, nothing is off-limits. We’re not just watching lives—we're living through them.
It’s funny how we take so much pleasure in what’s happening in someone else’s world. A celebrity sneezes, and it’s news. A couple fights and it becomes “content.” The juicier the drama, the wider our eyes and the faster our thumbs. What used to be private life has now become public entertainment and somehow, we’ve forgotten where the line is. These days, even someone crying alone can go viral—just because someone else wanted views.
But let’s pause for a moment and ask ourselves—why are we so glued to other people’s affairs? Maybe it’s easier to look outside than within. Maybe our own lives feel dull and someone else’s drama adds spice to our boredom. Maybe we don’t want to face our own fears, so we hide behind screens and judge from a distance. But here’s the truth: being a spectator in someone else’s mess doesn’t clean up our own.
There was a time when elders would say, “Mind your business and let others mind theirs.” It was not just good advice—it was wisdom. Today, we mind everyone’s business, except our own. We react to strangers’ breakups, feel offended by someone else’s parenting style and comment on relationships we’ve never been part of. We’ve turned into full-time judges with zero qualifications and endless opinions. And what are we getting from it? A moment of fake superiority? A few laughs? A distraction? At the cost of someone’s real pain? That’s not just nosy, that’s noisy—and it clutters our minds and hearts. Instead of growing in love, we’re growing in gossip. Instead of improving ourselves, we’re busy improving someone else’s mistakes.
Let’s remind ourselves that life is not a reality show. Not everything needs our comment. Not every problem is our playground. Some stories are not ours to tell—or judge. It’s okay to scroll past. It’s okay to not know the full story. And it’s perfectly okay to say, “Not my business.” Remember, not every window needs a pair of eyes. Some just need curtains—and respect. After all, it’s much better to build your own beautiful story than to get lost in someone else’s chaos.
