Less is more.
not the other way around. We in society have to learn that, no wonder so many people deal with long term unhappiness. Everywhere we look, from the moment we start kindergarten, the larger the box of crayons, the more colors available to us, the "cooler" and more satisfied we are supposed to feel. I'm pretty sure that after using only a third of the colors available to me, and even after that it was pretty saddening when I came home one day to find that my precious box of crayons had melted down, because it had been left on the window sill. Later we are "told" that we must have the greatest amount of friends, because the more people like you, the better you are. All through those adolescent years we yearn to be known by anyone and everyone, our self-esteem validated by the number of people you forwarded those chain emails to and who could hit 500 friends on Facebook first. Having matured so much, instead, now we obsess over the likes, re-tweets, follows we have on various social media, all the while ignoring the group of friends you decided to hang out with that evening, but not caring because just like you they are on their own phones, imprisoned by their virtual paradise. Why is it that no one ever posts about the broken memories, the times we messed up, that year where nothing was going right? It's because you can't have rainbows and puppies in the same spectrum as reality, the puppies grow up and the rainbows fade away. Plus you can't show how many more amazing moments of life you have experienced than the person sitting next to you then. We love it. We have loved, but never lost in terms of gaining more until we realize how much time we lost trying to obtain what we thought we loved. Eventually, it becomes a race for a job with the best income, putting in hours you could use to cultivate your hobby, something that makes you happy, but who wants hobby happy, when you can be forever climbing the work ladder. Then buying the nicest car so you can do something with that money, and then being obliged to pay hefty sums to keep up with the maintenance of this car. Not to mention having to pay for better gas, so the car doesn't become useless and rotted with that regular gas, so you might have to pay 40 cents per gallon extra, reaping the benefits of our slowly depleting oil supply. Yet it won't be enough, because you can only keep the car for a year or so before it becomes deemed as old and there is a new model that is faster, smoother, and equipped with so much more. Just so much more. So much more.
You just aged a decade or so reading this, hopefully you are wiser. If we can understand and avoid what will ruin us, then maybe we can actually live. Living requires you to experience hardship, anger, sadness, and not just to be disillusioned into believing that everything is happy and perfect every moment of your life, as portrayed by your social media. Start living in the real world, if you stick it out, its a pretty good place to be.
