What Are Personal Boundaries?
Having personal boundaries set in our lives helps to attract people that positive forces in our lives and help us to grow. These boundaries are also beneficial when we want to really enjoy good healthy relationships and stay in control of our destiny. It helps us to create our own identity as we are forced to look within ourselves. In my blog, I am not claiming to be a trained expert as in going to college or university, but I have been to the UOL (University of Life) which makes me an expert because of all the things I have experienced in my life.
Personal boundaries are a space that we create that basically spells out what we want near us or in our lives. Not many people understand this and I hope that by reading my blog it will bring some understanding and clarity.
I recently discovered that although I am a strong-willed person and I am very fussy about who I hang out with and who comes into my home, which for me, is my personal space, I realized that I was not reinforcing my boundaries enough in my life. For example, although I know what I want and don’t want, I was not saying no enough. I would sometimes find myself getting involved in conversations that did not match how I felt as a person. There is one thing I hate and that is people talking about people, unless it is for a good reason. I hate people saying negative things about people, especially when they don’t have the guts to say it to the person’s face. I am a very sensitive person; I am able to see straight through people, which has been a very useful tool for me throughout my life. I have also had firsthand experiences of people being nasty behind my back and then smiling when they see me. That really hurts and can be very confusing to the point where you think you are going crazy … have you ever experienced this? So on the one hand someone is nice to your face, and then on the other they are being two faced behind your back. Actions such as this cause a person to lose all respect for the other parties involved.
I started to look deep into myself and through visualization and meditation, I imagined myself in this circle with light around it. At first, the circle was very close to my body and I just felt compelled to push the circle out away from me creating an empty space with the circle maintaining its light. I like the light as my protection and I refer to this protection as “where I draw the line.” I am sure some of you have used or heard of this expression. Yes, we do need to draw a line in all things, but first we need to understand who we really are as a person. So now that I’ve created this lovely space, what do I fill it with? I started to fill it with “you” words. Like an imaginary artist, I wrote the “you” words all around this space until it became crowded. That’s it! I thought. This space is only about me. Then I started to analyze the outside of the circle and saw all the things that make me sad, things and people who are not good to me, and I left them outside. It gave me so much strength and power within myself as I was in control of who I would let in. By doing this, I was able to build on my self-esteem, my self-respect, and really come face to face with myself. I realized a few things that I was not proud of, like some conversations I have had that I should not have had. By doing this I noticed an untapped strength within; it felt new and refreshing but somehow it felt like it was always there waiting for me to tap into it. Since my new discovery, someone approached me with something and tried to pull the wool over my eyes and use me, in this case I simply said no, but when I said no, it had so much force behind it. Although I did not use a tone with it, I saw the person almost shrink, their body language suggested that they did not understand as normally I would just smile and not really say anything. It is good to smile, but I found that people always mistook my smile for something else.
You and Your Space Are Important
Just remember that you are the most important person in your life; everything else comes second even if you are a parent or have a career, if you don’t put yourself first and look after yourself, then how will you be able to care for others? Your children and clients need you to be in top health and strong. Stand by your beliefs and if advice is given, listen but choose whether you act upon it. You are in control, no one else, and if someone else is in control then it’s time to take control back. Don’t be afraid to take control, you are a special individual and when you entered into this world there was not a tag attached to you that said “use me, walk all over me, batter me, drain my life-force energy, I am your slave, I do what you say, I have not got a mind of my own, you will never be somebody” did it?
Remember this daily …
Healthy boundaries are based on your own moral beliefs. If you feel that you are going against your own personal values to feel accepted or to please someone, you may want to reassess the relationships you have with these people as this is a sign of an unhealthy personal boundary.
Form your own personal identity rather than someone else’s. I knew this person who loved the color pink, but at that time pink was not in fashion so she hid her love for that color and wore what everyone else was wearing, which was normally black or gray, just to fit in. She did not want to wear pink as it would bring attention to herself and plus she did not want everyone to say things like that is sooooooo not in this season. She was miserable as she was not being true to herself or expressing herself the way she should.
If you feel something is not right then I would question it, ponder on it for a while, follow your heart and your intuition and listen to how you truly feel and don’t be afraid to express that feeling. Some will like it some will not, but does it matter?
If this has helped in any way it would be good to hear from you. :)
Monday, April 25, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
it can hurt
Sometimes things can be pointy in life. Quite pokey in fact. With thorns.
Wandering about looking at other people’s fluffy cats and floppy puppy ears makes it worse. These people have nothing but weird looks for small pointy triangles. They are busy wiping up droppings and drool, or vacuuming hair and fluff.
So, life goes on. People get perfectly groomed lawns to go with their floppy puppies and docile cats that never make noise. Sometimes while everyone else gets perkier, life only accumulates more of the same pointyness.
It’s nothing personal. Just mathematics. Or genetics. Or the order forming out of chaos.
After a time, it becomes futile to question why. It makes more sense to not tell people that the last time a silver lining was looked for it seemed to be made of slime. People like their euphemism to work, allowing them to exit the scene without contracting any thorns, slime, or pokes.
So, it’s better to just let them. Let them go back to the things that they have, away from the things they don’t want. To the wonderful, desirable things that everyone cannot have.
Until one day, it’s different.
Maybe it’s someone asking for help with their slime. Or someone remarks that they like the shade of those thorns. It might just be something discovered in the mirror one day.
Suddenly, it’s breathtaking.
The pattern is unmistakable, so beautiful and unique. Even the thorns and color contribute to the overall picture. It doesn’t make life any different than it was.
It just makes more sense.
Wandering about looking at other people’s fluffy cats and floppy puppy ears makes it worse. These people have nothing but weird looks for small pointy triangles. They are busy wiping up droppings and drool, or vacuuming hair and fluff.
So, life goes on. People get perfectly groomed lawns to go with their floppy puppies and docile cats that never make noise. Sometimes while everyone else gets perkier, life only accumulates more of the same pointyness.
It’s nothing personal. Just mathematics. Or genetics. Or the order forming out of chaos.
After a time, it becomes futile to question why. It makes more sense to not tell people that the last time a silver lining was looked for it seemed to be made of slime. People like their euphemism to work, allowing them to exit the scene without contracting any thorns, slime, or pokes.
So, it’s better to just let them. Let them go back to the things that they have, away from the things they don’t want. To the wonderful, desirable things that everyone cannot have.
Until one day, it’s different.
Maybe it’s someone asking for help with their slime. Or someone remarks that they like the shade of those thorns. It might just be something discovered in the mirror one day.
Suddenly, it’s breathtaking.
The pattern is unmistakable, so beautiful and unique. Even the thorns and color contribute to the overall picture. It doesn’t make life any different than it was.
It just makes more sense.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Somewhere.. someone..
I received an email from a friend today who was inspired by something she read, and although not a religious person, it hit home with her and who she sent it to, I’m sure. The point being that we “have a whole heck of a lot to offer, and we all long to be doing something more. In fact, I am often guilty of wishing away time. And lots of times, I don’t get the expected outcome. Things don’t always happen on our time … and maybe that’s for good reason.”
Because I was feeling the, um, how I can eloquently put this, same blah-ness, I needed to be inspired, and thought about all the things, important things, that must have happened elsewhere in the world this day while we were questioning our decisions, feeling sad about our situations, and wishing for more than what we were handed. Turns out, if you really think about it, it wasn’t a waste of a day, and it sure wasn’t a boring day. Because, it is most definite that ...
Somewhere … a new doctor just saved his first life—and became insanely addicted to it.
Somewhere … a teenager just turned eighteen, and is able to walk away from an abusive home as a full-grown independent.
Somewhere … someone in the world right now is thinking of you, and doesn’t want to be anywhere else in the world but sitting beside you if you’d only let him/her.
Somewhere … there is someone you want to be sitting next to more than anyone else in the world.
Somewhere … a young woman is going to a clinic and walking out instead, knowing that somehow, some way, she is going to raise this baby.
Somewhere … there are two people meeting for the first time who will be the source for a great love story that will be passed down to their great-great-great-grandchildren.
Somewhere … someone bit their lip, conquered their fears, and jumped out of an airplane for the first time.
Somewhere … two worthy and loving people are being given the gift of a child that they couldn’t have themselves.
Somewhere … a child was lost, and has been reunited with those that have been worried sick about his well-being.
Somewhere … a new restaurant just pinned their first dollar to the wall to the cheers of its patrons and waitstaff.
Somewhere … a child has just learned what she wants to be when she grows up.
Somewhere … an adult has just learned what he wants to be when he grows up.
Somewhere … a director has just yelled “That’s a wrap!” on a movie that will be one day studied by someone whose passion for movies leads them to be one of the greatest directors of his time.
Somewhere … someone has just realized this moment that the limitations of others do not apply to her.
Somewhere … someone has been given the keys to her first home, a sanctuary for her children, a lock on the door, and actual windows in the frames, and for the first time ever, she will sleep a good night’s sleep.
Somewhere … someone heard from her secret admirer today.
Somewhere … a secret admirer made a lasting impression.
Somewhere … an animal was saved from cruelty and taken to a safe haven, where she will be adopted by a loving family and live out her days chasing its tail in the backyard.
Somewhere … someone decided that, against the odds, they were going to be the first in their family to go to college.
Somewhere … someone packed up a home and left an abusive relationship behind them.
Somewhere … someone learned to read and has since dived into a world of imagination, hopefully never to come back to the surface.
Somewhere … someone quit their soul-sucking job and walked out on a life that was insufficient, and instead decided to run toward an unknown that although foggy, was far better than the black-and-white they were living in.
Somewhere … someone created a technology that is going to make the iPad look like an Etch A Sketch.
Somewhere … someone’s kind words changed another’s outlook on themselves, and perhaps saved his/her life.
Somewhere … there is someone reading this who wants to be greater than they are, better at what they do, is willing to take a few risks, and experience the greatest that life has to offer.
Somewhere … someone …
Because I was feeling the, um, how I can eloquently put this, same blah-ness, I needed to be inspired, and thought about all the things, important things, that must have happened elsewhere in the world this day while we were questioning our decisions, feeling sad about our situations, and wishing for more than what we were handed. Turns out, if you really think about it, it wasn’t a waste of a day, and it sure wasn’t a boring day. Because, it is most definite that ...
Somewhere … a new doctor just saved his first life—and became insanely addicted to it.
Somewhere … a teenager just turned eighteen, and is able to walk away from an abusive home as a full-grown independent.
Somewhere … someone in the world right now is thinking of you, and doesn’t want to be anywhere else in the world but sitting beside you if you’d only let him/her.
Somewhere … there is someone you want to be sitting next to more than anyone else in the world.
Somewhere … a young woman is going to a clinic and walking out instead, knowing that somehow, some way, she is going to raise this baby.
Somewhere … there are two people meeting for the first time who will be the source for a great love story that will be passed down to their great-great-great-grandchildren.
Somewhere … someone bit their lip, conquered their fears, and jumped out of an airplane for the first time.
Somewhere … two worthy and loving people are being given the gift of a child that they couldn’t have themselves.
Somewhere … a child was lost, and has been reunited with those that have been worried sick about his well-being.
Somewhere … a new restaurant just pinned their first dollar to the wall to the cheers of its patrons and waitstaff.
Somewhere … a child has just learned what she wants to be when she grows up.
Somewhere … an adult has just learned what he wants to be when he grows up.
Somewhere … a director has just yelled “That’s a wrap!” on a movie that will be one day studied by someone whose passion for movies leads them to be one of the greatest directors of his time.
Somewhere … someone has just realized this moment that the limitations of others do not apply to her.
Somewhere … someone has been given the keys to her first home, a sanctuary for her children, a lock on the door, and actual windows in the frames, and for the first time ever, she will sleep a good night’s sleep.
Somewhere … someone heard from her secret admirer today.
Somewhere … a secret admirer made a lasting impression.
Somewhere … an animal was saved from cruelty and taken to a safe haven, where she will be adopted by a loving family and live out her days chasing its tail in the backyard.
Somewhere … someone decided that, against the odds, they were going to be the first in their family to go to college.
Somewhere … someone packed up a home and left an abusive relationship behind them.
Somewhere … someone learned to read and has since dived into a world of imagination, hopefully never to come back to the surface.
Somewhere … someone quit their soul-sucking job and walked out on a life that was insufficient, and instead decided to run toward an unknown that although foggy, was far better than the black-and-white they were living in.
Somewhere … someone created a technology that is going to make the iPad look like an Etch A Sketch.
Somewhere … someone’s kind words changed another’s outlook on themselves, and perhaps saved his/her life.
Somewhere … there is someone reading this who wants to be greater than they are, better at what they do, is willing to take a few risks, and experience the greatest that life has to offer.
Somewhere … someone …
Thursday, February 3, 2011
live the life
In life there’s pain, there’s joy, there’s laughter, there are lies, and there is sadness. We lose hope in the good things, and we feel alone—but that’s life. After all is done, we move on with our lives. Don’t be sad, and don’t look down—walk with your head up and smile! For life is a test, and we need to pass it with good grades. We have one chance to live our lives to the maximum. Don’t you cry, don’t you pout, and don’t think you’re alone—because you’re not.
We may be alive, but it doesn’t mean you’re living. So, do what your heart says, and don’t wait—because life doesn’t wait. Live in the moment and don’t look back.
Because it may be too late. Life is giving and taking away, so live before it’s too late.
Life is like a storm. It’s there and then it’s gone—rain so heavy, but light as a snowflake.
Life is like a bunch of reruns that people never like.
We are hurt, and we forgive those for such pain. We hide behind lies, and we are never ourselves.
But don’t worry, I won’t judge.
Life is hard for all of us, so when you wake in the morning, go outside, look around, and say: I am alive. You may not have the best of things, but when you look up, think, I’m alive, that’s all I need to go and make my dreams come true. Because life is like a dream, and I have to find that for myself.
We may be alive, but it doesn’t mean you’re living. So, do what your heart says, and don’t wait—because life doesn’t wait. Live in the moment and don’t look back.
Because it may be too late. Life is giving and taking away, so live before it’s too late.
Life is like a storm. It’s there and then it’s gone—rain so heavy, but light as a snowflake.
Life is like a bunch of reruns that people never like.
We are hurt, and we forgive those for such pain. We hide behind lies, and we are never ourselves.
But don’t worry, I won’t judge.
Life is hard for all of us, so when you wake in the morning, go outside, look around, and say: I am alive. You may not have the best of things, but when you look up, think, I’m alive, that’s all I need to go and make my dreams come true. Because life is like a dream, and I have to find that for myself.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
just ask yourself.. :)
Are you currently living your life as a version of yourself that’s utterly satisfying?
Do you awake each morning thrilled to feel the breath enter and then escape from your functioning lungs, only to have another rush flood immediately in?
Do you look at the people, opportunities, experiences, memories, and emotions that create the metaphorical fabric of your life and pour out gratitude for each and every one?
Do you realize how lucky you already are—right here, right now—in this very moment?
Do you see the glass as half empty or half full? How does that viewpoint make you feel? Does it apply elsewhere in your life?
When was the last time you stopped to smell a beautiful flower?
Do you indulge in simple things that bring your much joy? (Hint: sometimes the best things make everyone else around you raise an eyebrow in question. That’s okay! Do it anyway! They’re probably just jealous of your sense of freedom.)
Which terrifies you more: failing or succeeding? (Be honest with yourself!)
What do you want?
I love, love, love the convolutedness of this question. It is so bloody simple, and yet it seems to be one of the most difficult for people to answer. Why is that? Don’t we all feel things bubbling in our bellies that indicate we’re more drawn to certain things, people, foods, colors, movie/music genres, etc. So, what’s the point in ignoring or denying that?
The questions could just keep pouring from my fingertips like the colorful scarf emerging from the magician’s sleeve—never-ending, colorful, captivating.
But tada … I feel that such potent material is sometimes best ingested in smaller doses. At least until a higher tolerance is built up.
Adjusting one’s mentality is not a quick turnaround process. But, it’s a ridiculously important one! So please … don’t deny yourself such an opportunity. Don’t downplay your abilities and capabilities. Don’t be too hard on yourself, or too soft. Don’t deny yourself from yourself!
Smile wide, and laugh often!
Do you awake each morning thrilled to feel the breath enter and then escape from your functioning lungs, only to have another rush flood immediately in?
Do you look at the people, opportunities, experiences, memories, and emotions that create the metaphorical fabric of your life and pour out gratitude for each and every one?
Do you realize how lucky you already are—right here, right now—in this very moment?
Do you see the glass as half empty or half full? How does that viewpoint make you feel? Does it apply elsewhere in your life?
When was the last time you stopped to smell a beautiful flower?
Do you indulge in simple things that bring your much joy? (Hint: sometimes the best things make everyone else around you raise an eyebrow in question. That’s okay! Do it anyway! They’re probably just jealous of your sense of freedom.)
Which terrifies you more: failing or succeeding? (Be honest with yourself!)
What do you want?
I love, love, love the convolutedness of this question. It is so bloody simple, and yet it seems to be one of the most difficult for people to answer. Why is that? Don’t we all feel things bubbling in our bellies that indicate we’re more drawn to certain things, people, foods, colors, movie/music genres, etc. So, what’s the point in ignoring or denying that?
The questions could just keep pouring from my fingertips like the colorful scarf emerging from the magician’s sleeve—never-ending, colorful, captivating.
But tada … I feel that such potent material is sometimes best ingested in smaller doses. At least until a higher tolerance is built up.
Adjusting one’s mentality is not a quick turnaround process. But, it’s a ridiculously important one! So please … don’t deny yourself such an opportunity. Don’t downplay your abilities and capabilities. Don’t be too hard on yourself, or too soft. Don’t deny yourself from yourself!
Smile wide, and laugh often!
We have a choice
We have a choice …
… whether we choose hate or love.
… whether we take someone else’s life or rehabilitate our own.
… whether we live inside the darkness or journey into the light.
We have a choice …
… whether we surrender to fear or commit to the knowledge that we are capable of more.
… whether we lend a hand or walk on by.
We have a choice …
… whether we harm or heal.
… whether we judge and criticize, or show compassion and caring.
… whether we hold onto the burning coals of anger, or we learn how to forgive and let things go.
Inside our moments, we are always making a choice. And inside those choices lies the power to architect our own story.
And no, choices aren’t always simple and easy. But they are ours to make. So we can continue on living our life justifying and rationalizing. We can continue on saying, Well, that’s just who I am. And change is really hard. But I think that’s bullshit. Because who you’ve been up until today doesn’t dictate who you’re always going to be.
And being who you’ve always been when it no longer serves you or the world is a cop out from really living your life.
Today I’m calling you on your bullshit. Why? Because I’m calling myself on mine too. Because I will no longer make excuses for why I can’t be my biggest self. I will no longer cling to old ways of thinking and being that sabotage my abilities to harness my power. I will see fear, anger, and darkness as opportunities for healing and enlightenment. I am choosing self-realization, examining the hard stuff, living inside generosity, and striving for mastery.
Because if we’re going to change ourselves and live our most purpose driven life, then we can best start by examining the hard truth about the choices we make.
And if nothing else inspires you to change, then live your life today for the people who didn't have the chance to change anymore, to peoplewho no longer gets to dream, to people who no longer get to be the person they wanted to be.
(This post is dedicated to all the little girls with big heart and big dreams)
… whether we choose hate or love.
… whether we take someone else’s life or rehabilitate our own.
… whether we live inside the darkness or journey into the light.
We have a choice …
… whether we surrender to fear or commit to the knowledge that we are capable of more.
… whether we lend a hand or walk on by.
We have a choice …
… whether we harm or heal.
… whether we judge and criticize, or show compassion and caring.
… whether we hold onto the burning coals of anger, or we learn how to forgive and let things go.
Inside our moments, we are always making a choice. And inside those choices lies the power to architect our own story.
And no, choices aren’t always simple and easy. But they are ours to make. So we can continue on living our life justifying and rationalizing. We can continue on saying, Well, that’s just who I am. And change is really hard. But I think that’s bullshit. Because who you’ve been up until today doesn’t dictate who you’re always going to be.
And being who you’ve always been when it no longer serves you or the world is a cop out from really living your life.
Today I’m calling you on your bullshit. Why? Because I’m calling myself on mine too. Because I will no longer make excuses for why I can’t be my biggest self. I will no longer cling to old ways of thinking and being that sabotage my abilities to harness my power. I will see fear, anger, and darkness as opportunities for healing and enlightenment. I am choosing self-realization, examining the hard stuff, living inside generosity, and striving for mastery.
Because if we’re going to change ourselves and live our most purpose driven life, then we can best start by examining the hard truth about the choices we make.
And if nothing else inspires you to change, then live your life today for the people who didn't have the chance to change anymore, to peoplewho no longer gets to dream, to people who no longer get to be the person they wanted to be.
(This post is dedicated to all the little girls with big heart and big dreams)
Sunday, January 16, 2011
I wonder what and when is enough
This is a story about my generation—or maybe just me and some of my friends. We are always searching for more. When we were in high school, we wanted to have more friends, to be cooler, to be cuter, to be more handsome, to be more popular—you name it, and we wanted more of it. When Facebook was first introduced, we wanted more friends and included everyone we came across in real life without discrimination. When we first entered college, we wanted more prestigious awards, more fun, more experiences, and more college experience. We want more from our friends, more contacts, more networking, and more opportunities. In our relationships, we wanted to meet more people and enjoy more. When we first graduated, we wanted more from our jobs, more from our life, and more than we were getting. Wherever we were, in whichever part of our life or the world, we wanted more.
In a constant struggle with myself, I wonder what and when is enough. What standards do we have for contentment? Do we even know what contentment is, or has it become an estranged relative who we vaguely remember? Is society to blame for its trends in excess? Who do we blame for the mass of extra large T-shirts, extra large french fries and Diet Cokes, the wait for some extra money on lotto tickets so we can have some extra cash for luxuries and brand names? Where can we draw the line for contentment? When one reaches their death bed? It has always bothered me—this struggle for the riches, and the desire for more. Not because I was immune to it and looked down upon others, but because I have to constantly battle it out, and because I see many of us are struggling with it.
Contentment is a choice, not a settlement with life. It is an active decision, and not always an easy one. Before making that decision, we need to define the word “need” and what our needs are? I can’t define them for you. I can only do so for myself, and I’ve found that the morning cigarette was not really a need.
Oftentimes, we forget the difference between needing something and wanting something, which results in an increase in the number of items that we think we need. Let’s take the Internet for example: We need the Internet to be accessible twenty-four hours a day, preferably in the palm of our hands. It is convenient to have that, yes, but it is hardly a need (unless you work is time sensitive). Most likely you don’t need this much access, and if you do get it, then (like me) you waste it on hours of Google searches, Facebook updates, and slowly falling into an abyss of a fantasy Internet world where everything is instant and accessible.
Some of us (again, like me) are aware of what we are doing, yet we do not change. We do not recalculate our needs or analyze our wants, which seems irrational. Any rational being would make the logical decision to cut down on investing in something that is hardly a need and is not valuable.
Trustst me, after years, used name brands are no longer valuable, and neither are the hours invested surfing on the Internet. If quality is our aim, then we would consume rationally and we would socialize rationally, as no one would doubt the benefits of physical socializing over virtual socializing. Also, we would invest rationally in items that would generate profit or help develop society, communities, and our future. The desire to want more right now and to want more without limits is sadly enough depriving us from having much in our future. Want proof? Why don’t you just google it? (Yes, that’s an acceptable verb). Despite knowing how to increase the quality of our lives and the benefits of work-life balance, we work endless hours to make more money to get more. The fact that we all know this and still we manage to keep these lifestyles indicate not only irrationality, but also an addiction and a void within our own personal structures that we are constantly trying to fill. So, when is it really enough? I don’t know. If I did, I wouldn’t be writing this article.
In a constant struggle with myself, I wonder what and when is enough. What standards do we have for contentment? Do we even know what contentment is, or has it become an estranged relative who we vaguely remember? Is society to blame for its trends in excess? Who do we blame for the mass of extra large T-shirts, extra large french fries and Diet Cokes, the wait for some extra money on lotto tickets so we can have some extra cash for luxuries and brand names? Where can we draw the line for contentment? When one reaches their death bed? It has always bothered me—this struggle for the riches, and the desire for more. Not because I was immune to it and looked down upon others, but because I have to constantly battle it out, and because I see many of us are struggling with it.
Contentment is a choice, not a settlement with life. It is an active decision, and not always an easy one. Before making that decision, we need to define the word “need” and what our needs are? I can’t define them for you. I can only do so for myself, and I’ve found that the morning cigarette was not really a need.
Oftentimes, we forget the difference between needing something and wanting something, which results in an increase in the number of items that we think we need. Let’s take the Internet for example: We need the Internet to be accessible twenty-four hours a day, preferably in the palm of our hands. It is convenient to have that, yes, but it is hardly a need (unless you work is time sensitive). Most likely you don’t need this much access, and if you do get it, then (like me) you waste it on hours of Google searches, Facebook updates, and slowly falling into an abyss of a fantasy Internet world where everything is instant and accessible.
Some of us (again, like me) are aware of what we are doing, yet we do not change. We do not recalculate our needs or analyze our wants, which seems irrational. Any rational being would make the logical decision to cut down on investing in something that is hardly a need and is not valuable.
Trustst me, after years, used name brands are no longer valuable, and neither are the hours invested surfing on the Internet. If quality is our aim, then we would consume rationally and we would socialize rationally, as no one would doubt the benefits of physical socializing over virtual socializing. Also, we would invest rationally in items that would generate profit or help develop society, communities, and our future. The desire to want more right now and to want more without limits is sadly enough depriving us from having much in our future. Want proof? Why don’t you just google it? (Yes, that’s an acceptable verb). Despite knowing how to increase the quality of our lives and the benefits of work-life balance, we work endless hours to make more money to get more. The fact that we all know this and still we manage to keep these lifestyles indicate not only irrationality, but also an addiction and a void within our own personal structures that we are constantly trying to fill. So, when is it really enough? I don’t know. If I did, I wouldn’t be writing this article.
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