Worrying about the future is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.

I haven’t written anything for a long time, so thought it’s time to kind of clarify my thoughts. 

I think that was June when I finally deleted a Facebook app from my iPhone. I always wanted to delete it, but felt like I didn’t want to miss out anything. (But what do I miss out when people only care about themselves on that “social” platform anyway?)

I still use a Facebook Messaging app to keep in touch with my close friends, Twitter to check news, and Instagram to see some good stuff that designers and photographers post.

But the reason why I deleted the Facebook app is that I kind of started feeling (or started knowing) the fact that scrolling the Facebook Newsfeed feeds me nothing but a bunch of “information” that is nothing to do with my real life. I knew it for a long time but now convinced that it just makes my brain full of junk which just exhausts me. It was essentially consuming my time and knowledge.   

Of course, I still use a BBC news app to keep up to date with the world. But that knowledge I gain from BBC is different from the one I get from Facebook. It’s the difference between whether it’s real or not. I use WhatsApp more often than the Facebook Messenger since I moved here, Amsterdam. WhatsApp is actually doing a great job than any other apps here.

Instead of spending time on that social network where people share their imaginary reality, I started reading books. LIKE A LOT more than I used to do. I spend 40 mins to commute to work now, which makes so much sense to read something worthwhile. When I’m not reading a book, I just listen to music and look outside the window. But normally I’m reading, because that makes me content and relaxed. 

I just finished reading one of the Sci-Fi series I had been reading since June. It’s actually really sad to say goodbye to the series because they actually made me think so many things. 

What I’m saying is that, at the end of the day, someone’s stories on Facebook are someone’s. You can’t do anything with them. But those stories that are written for others i.e. us are everyone’s. And you can actually do something with them. 

I share a graduation speech by Laz Buhrman to end this post.

It sounds like a rap.

Completely random yet accurate somehow. 

I like these bits: 

Worrying about the future is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life will always be things that never crossed your worried mind.
Advice is a form of nostalgia