We’re drowning in distractions.
If only that damn phone would stop beeping at me, then I’d get some work done.
Can’t YouTube…you know…just not exist, so I can finally find my passion in peace?
It would be so much easier to be productive if Instagram stopped spewing out so many glorious pictures.
Techy stuff is everywhere, it’s here to stay, and it will continue to expand in its impact exponentially.
Information is pouring in through cracks in the roof and bubbling up through the floor.
Everyone risks falling into the trance of Internet-driven distraction.
Why? Because a lot of it is shiny, dopamine-pumping brain sugar.
It provides us with social validation on a drip-feed, which is in rather robust demand, as many of us are more isolated, depressed and fed up than ever before.
So it’s fair play to the creators of these things.
But it’s not Mark’s fault that we’re doing less; creating superficially; fidgety and lacking in focus.
It’s very much our fault.
You are not eight years old (but hats off to you if you are).
