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I Deactivated My Facebook Account

I’m tired of wasting my time and energy interacting with a world that doesn’t exist.

For some reason this never seemed strange to me before.

On the contrary, I believed Facebook allowed me to connect with more people more often.

You know what I mean right?

Facebook let me see what all my friends were up to. Facebook let me share what I was doing. Facebook allowed me to engage in witty and insightful dialogue about domestic and world affairs.

Of course Facebook also provided endless hours of amusement… cats, babies, dancing robots, etc.

But when I stepped back, my behavior looked more like some weird addiction than a productive means of social interaction.

Like many people, I checked Facebook constantly.

I would sneak a peak while waiting at a stoplight. I would scroll through the timeline while talking to my mom on the phone. Even while having dinner with my friends I was checking to see what everyone else was doing.

Strange isn’t it?

How can anything in the virtual world take priority over what is happening right in front of me?

My goal in sharing this is not to make anyone feel guilty or motivate others to follow my lead.

I take full responsibility for my own addiction.

For me, Facebook gave the illusion of engaging with others. Of course it allowed me to engage with a vast audience comprised mostly of people I never see and don’t care all that much about.

Sadly, this engagement came at the expense of engaging with people right in front of me.

Worse, this engagement came at the expense of energy I could use serving my purpose.

My purpose is to help others realize freedom from fear through care and service so they can live their most fulfilling and successful life.

I used to argue that Facebook allowed me to serve my purpose because it enabled me to share my ideas with such a broad and diverse audience.

But that is also a lie.

By design Facebook relegates all I create to the scrap heap of your timeline. Whatever I share slips ‘below the fold’ moments after it arrives.

It’s like a never-ending pit into which we pour our hopes and dreams and ideas.

Think about that for a minute.

We take our most valuable and powerful creation – our Ideas – and pour them down a hole.

Sometimes others see them for a brief moment as they tumble down but mostly they just disappear into the abyss.

How depressing is that?

I would much rather spend my energy creating content for the audience I care about… you.

I miss my addiction.

The app is no longer on my phone yet I find myself searching for that icon like an ex-smoker reaching for a cigarette,

I laugh gently at myself when I realize what I am doing.

Silly addict.

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