Happiness seems to be at an all time lull. The 80’s, 90’s, 2000's were times of such growth for square footage of homes, the increase of the
stock portfolio, the luxury of the car, the number of adventures we could boast
and yet that all hit a limit and we weren’t all that much happier. When the
internet exploded we had access to anything and everything we had never seen
before. It seems nothing is new under the Sun. If you think you have done
something, just wait, you will soon discover someone else beat you to it. If
you have created something novel, chances are someone has invented it before.
Creativity seems to have peaked and now we are Zombie eyed wanters, staring at
screens for hours on end, ever seeking, but we "still haven’t found what (we’re) looking for." We seem to be addicted to
the chemicals that wash through our brains when we discover something new on the "interwebs." We seem addicted to the browsing behavior,
but the very things that grab our attention are gone from the screen as we seek
the next big wave to surf. The horizons seem
boundless, yet we are trapped in the vastness of the cyber universe. At the
same time the commonalities that serve to attract us to connect with each other, seem
to be less and less exciting. The elicited slope to boredom seems to take us so
low compared to the super highs of the funny, striking, or appalling pages. We are
in sort of a cyber Babylon, each pursuing our own little universe, but not
really connecting with anyone else.
