Maybe we spend too much time focusing:
on things like money, politics or drama, and not finding our passion and traveling to small countries and places, and dancing in the kitchen with people we love and loving with our whole hearts. Maybe that’s why we think life is short. Because we never have time for things we truly love. Due to social media platforms showcasing the concept of how teenage girls and boys are reckoned to look, I did not possess any form of self-confidence or self-love. These platforms that all adolescents love today such as Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, are all very “deadly” areas to be in. It is somewhere we attempted to be people who we aren’t, destroying our self-esteem softly looking up photographs or videos of social media influencers, trying to be them. It was only just a year ago I discerned how damaging the internet is. And figuring that out did not require just me but people who didn’t have the internet then, my parents.
Vincent Van Gogh was a painter, who used to consume yellow paint because he believed it would induce happiness out in him. Numerous people around him thought it was strange as the paint was poisonous, but he continued to do so anyway. “If you were so unhappy, that even the craziest ideas like painting your internal organs yellow could work, you are going to do it.”
Everyone has their yellow paint. Reflecting up from this story, I began to do things to not only please others but myself. Taking a 4-month break from social media was one of the best choices I have ever done, notably coming from a teenager living in the Z Generation. I wholeheartedly believe that people my age should exert a day off, or maybe even a month. That’s where the hypocrisy comes in, with myself bashing negative impressions regarding the internet and it being a toxic place but I remain on it, shamelessly. We all say that it’s appalling, but we persist on the social media scrolling and posting. It’s something that we will never quite get rid of.