What Kind of Paradise

by Janelle Brown

The more we continue to replace a life of value with the “virtual” life, the less satisfaction we derive from our existence, resulting in a world in which citizens are anesthetized by pharmaceuticals and entertainment, living entirely in their heads rather than in a tangible, physical world.

Eliminating our humanity and replacing it with compulsive consumption and empty connection.

But speculation is a fool’s game, like pressing on a bruise to see if it still hurts. Imagining how things might have been, had you made a different chess move, simply perpetuates the pain of how things actually are. Better to move on and accept the inevitable now.