The Choice is Yours.

You've heard plenty about the issues, and you know what some of the consequences can be. But there's not much more I can tell you to convince you what you should or shouldn't do.

Ultimately, the amount of necessary technology in your life depends on one thing, and one thing only... You. It's your choice. It always has been and it always will be. 

I will leave you, dear readers, with one final piece of material to gnaw on as you depart. The follow is a slam poem I wrote about some of the issues we've discussed on this blog.

It's been a pleasure. Thank you for reading, and remember– there are some things in life that can't be captured on even the most expensive phone camera.


The World in Full HD
By: Erika Glass

These screens over our eyes make it harder to see
That the quality of life’s so much more than HD
Cyberworlds that we live in are more like good fiction
We forget that there’s more to the world than depiction 
But we tap on glass screens like they keep us from dying
Of boredom. Look, guys, I think you would be lying
If you said that you’d rather check updated scores 
Than go practice or play that same sport outdoors.
so what’s keeping you? No one nearby for some teams?
There are, but they seem pretty engrossed in their screens
Right there, that’s the problem. You click back on your phone
Cause no one can play any sports game alone
And this girl at the prom, she thought she looked nice
But apparently not- she got only five likes
And her friends, they got more in the tens and the twenties
It’s like they get the big bucks and she gets the pennies
It shouldn’t matter, right? But don’t act like it doesn’t
We all want to outshine that one roommate or cousin
With who has cooler friends or who’s eyes are the bluest
Or who’s sweet sixteen’s car’s most expensive or newest
It’s constant competition with people we know
Like our lives all revolve around some kind of show
Where we know our best angles to make us look hot
And forget most the lessons that our parents taught
These rectangles of wire and computer chips
We use as our “hey, you, don’t bother me” slips
“What filter should I use to alter this sweet
Pic of food that, Shh, Honestly, I didn’t eat
But it looks so good right?” And yeah, that’s all that matters
We’re falling in some twisted sequence of pattern
Where people rely on others’ approval 
“I look kind of fat there, I’m requesting removal”
Apple and Droid, the hottest, new vital organs
We use as distraction when the real world bores us 
Our memories will change, we might not even see
That instead of good talks by a fire or the sea
We’ll have only half been there- half checking our feeds
Lost somewhere between the sky’s blue and blue screens
It’s addiction, not so different than a drink or a powder 
Except it’s getting worse, it’s expanding its power
And unless people see that they’re losing their grip
On this full-colored world, we’ll continue to slip
Until comparing to others takes the place of creation
Until experience loses to documentation
And I’m starting to think we might never escape this
We might never stop- 
Wait, sorry. I’ve got to take this.