Practicing "Digital Minimalism"

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How did we get here? I'm not talking about Adam and Eve. I'm talking about cellphones..or maybe online dating? Our communication has decreased with technology's most high-tech advances. How is it that we are able to afford an iphone, but can't find a way to communicate effectively with others? The fact of the matter is that we use our phones too much.. too much to the point where we aren't valuing human connection like we've had in the past. People are now swiping right or swiping left, to determine whether someone is worth communicating with. We are multi-dimensional human beings, meaning that our destiny isn't determined by how many likes or shares someone possesses. It should be determined by how someone makes others feel.. genuinely.

Growing up, I always found it hard to connect with those who were "privileged". Trust me, I understand that it's not their fault for simply being born into wealth, but hear me out.. the distribution of wealth in this country is out of control. Tupac said it best, that there's no reason as to why some people could afford six houses, a car, and a jet.. while kids are dying in Africa due to poverty, malnutrition, and of course.. a sick society.

We have to change the way we view the "others" of society. Those that have a lot to offer but just don't have the chance to showcase their abilities. Don't ignore them. Invite them in your circle for a day or two. mingle with someone who could possibly teach you what truly matters in life. Happiness.

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