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The Joy of Missing Out

I’ve been seriously considering deleting all social media apps from my phone. Lately, I feel like I’m consuming too many “snacks” (i.e. mindless scrolling through feeds) instead of enjoying “real food” like reading in‑depth articles or engaging in deep thinking. Social media has become a buffet of bite‑sized distractions that leave me feeling hungry for something more substantial.


Back in 2000, when I first embraced the internet through mIRC chat rooms and blog posts, the online world felt like a safe haven. Only a few could afford to use it, mostly educated and curious people who valued thoughtful discussion. The barrier to entry was high, and that created a community of like‑minded individuals who were genuinely interested in ideas and exchange. Today, that barrier has collapsed. Everyone uses the internet, but rarely with conscience, and while smartphones are smarter than ever, genuine curiosity seems in short supply.

The viral nature of social media is both mesmerizing and terrifying. A single post can spread like wildfire, but once it takes off, you can’t control the conversation that follows. Comments can be polarizing, uninformed, and sometimes downright hurtful, drowning out meaningful dialogue. Ironically, the loudest voices are often the least informed, yet they set the tone for every discussion.

I miss the days when writing was an art form, not a clickbait technique. I long for longer, more reflective writing that I can pass on to future generations. Thoughts that linger beyond the moment and maybe still resonate a thousand years from now. Writing in English extends my reach even further; it’s the global language that connects readers from different cultures.

Stepping away from social media is a deliberate choice to reclaim my attention, my creativity, and my peace of mind. Instead of checking notifications, I want to spend mornings reading a book, exploring new ideas, or jotting down my own musings. Instead of sharing quick updates, I want to craft thoughtful posts that delve into big questions and subtle nuances. I feel liberated when I set boundaries with technology and rediscover real focus.

I will still connect through email, private groups, and long‑form blog entries. I can respond to friends and colleagues on my own terms and in a deeper format. I’m trading instant gratification for sustained engagement.

There’s a growing movement called the joy of missing out, or JOMO, that celebrates stepping back from the frenzy and finding contentment in focus. I’m embracing JOMO because creativity flourishes when we unplug from constant interruption. I want to listen to my own thoughts rather than everyone else’s.

Here’s my invitation: If you’ve ever felt overwhelmed by the noise of social media, consider joining me. Delete those apps, mute the notifications, and rediscover the pleasure of deep reading and writing. You might find that the world you uncover offline is far richer than anything on your screen. Embrace the joy of missing out, and see what you gain.

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