We all need a technological detox; we need to throw away our phones and computers instead of using them as our pseudo-defence system for anything that comes our way. We need to be bored and not have anything to use to shield the boredom away from us. We need to be lonely and see what it is we really feel when we are. If we continue to distract ourselves so we never have to face the realities in front of us, when the time comes and you are faced with something bigger than what your phone, food, or friends can fix, you will be in big trouble.
_I__e come to realize that the only truths that matter to me are the ones I don__, and can__, understand. What__ mysterious, ambiguous, inexplicable. What doesn__ fit into a story, what doesn__ have a story. Glint of brightness on a barely-there chain. Patch of sunlight on a yellow wall. The loneliness that separates every living creature from every other living creature. Sorrow inseparable from joy.
The Goldfinch
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_I__e come to realize that the only truths that matter to me are the ones I don__, and can__, understand. What__ mysterious, ambiguous, inexplicable. What doesn__ fit into a story, what doesn__ have a story. Glint of brightness on a barely-there chain. Patch of sunlight on a yellow wall. The loneliness that separates every living creature from every other living creature. Sorrow inseparable from joy.
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