The internet is a thing of convenience.
Now that we’re all stuck in our cubby holes, we may think it makes sense to over connect with our peers.
But sometimes we have to step away and ‘let go to grow.’
So we pick up new hobby horses. Instead of tweeting, we send a hand written note to an old high school buddy.
When we hurry slowly, the birds outside grow a little louder and appear more beautiful. Nature calms us down and resets our noticing engines.
Technology compels us to hustle. And while it helps push things along, what we see is that overdrive makes us blind.
Minds are fragile to begin with. And while they be plastic, there’s a limit on the number of neurons we can grow. The web will always be more infinite and exhausting.
Life is connected to many things we can’t see and in ways we are just starting to understand.
We don’t have to strive to be always on. Instead, we bask in the incomplete.