The thief in my hands

I wonder what the world would be like with no internet, I decided to track my screen time and i saw that on Monday i spent 9 hours 29 minutes on the internet, 4 hours was spent on X. I sleep an average of 8 hours daily that meaning that on Monday I spent almost 60% of my waking life staring at a screen, and the reality is that Monday was a busy day for me.

Growing up reading books and writing was my favorite things to do, i can vividly remember using our lantern to read different novels into the night, reading books had always been an escape for me into another world, and my love for reading eventually translated into a passion for creating my own escape worlds by writing. I wrote so many books that my classmates in school knew me for it, i would bring some of my books to school and my classmates would read and I remember them eagerly asking me for the next chapter or the next story. But that was then.

Reading a book now feels like a chore even when i’m enjoying the book, my hands would still itch to check my socials and its even worse now that i have to read the books on my phone, and somehow my lack of reading has also translated into lack of motivation to write novels. The number of my abandoned drafts are just embarrassing at this point. I wonder if i can blame this lack of zeal on having the internet or its just simply indiscipline? However I think it is time to get rid of this thief.

I would really love to hear, what has the internet taken from you?