I have had my own struggles with various time wasters of life. It was easier to live my life without others, fufill with online distractions, excuses or other addictive fodder that the Internet has become.
Do you spend 8 to 15 hours a day, seven days a week sitting in a chair wondering what the prophet from the electric coaxial lines will bring you from the morning, afternoon and evening?
Some of my closest associates and family wonder what it is like to have this much freedom to chose their lives. Yet it is a daily occurrence that one just sits behind a computer screen, cell phone, tablet computer or some other "electric, high speed calculator" that has come from many generations. And now the applications on those devices are not returning a real life style for those who have chosen the life style that I live.
There are many others throughout the world that have chosen to pursue such a lifestyle with their "mobile leashes" of varying types, yet they don't chose to turn them off and allow them to constantly interrupt at the great inconvenience of time.
If you miss a phone call, text message, email, photograph, social media update or some other connected media, you become depressed for having missed one simple failure.
So my life has been a serious of technological and personal change over the past 25 to 30 years. Add into it an additional problem of working late night jobs, failed relationships, backstabbing friends, failed opportunities that I will always regret that I never forced myself to go after.
I'm bounded right now by an increasing amount of depressive thoughts. High stress and pressure because life is really hard right now for me, psychologically, physically, spiritually and financially. I wonder when I am going to hit rock bottom?
Have you ever had some thing like this happen to you? I don't have the depressive feelings for passing on to another life. But the stress of failure in my life is haunting my every night.
I hope I can find some thing good this weekend to keep me busy. I tire of this continued depressive existence.
