Tug of War

 What is right? What is wrong? These are the questions that have shaped civilizations, defined moral codes, and dictated the rhythm of our existence. Yet in the modern age, where screens are both a lifeline and a leash, the lines blur.

There’s an ongoing paradox...we critique ourselves for spending endless hours online, neglecting our talents and passions, yet we also acknowledge that these same screens provide solace. They connect us to distant friends, offer an escape from loneliness, and in many cases, become a tool for survival against anxiety and depression.

Is it right to abandon real world pursuits for a digital life? Perhaps. The world demands productivity, but it also demands survival. For many, the comfort of a screen is the only refuge available. But is it wrong? Perhaps, too. When the hours pass unnoticed, when creativity gathers dust, when we forget the richness of reality...the cost is undeniable.

The question, then, is not simply who is right and who is wrong, but rather, how do we balance the two? Must connection come at the cost of our personal growth? Must self-improvement require solitude?

There is no universal answer. Right and wrong, in this context, are fluid. The real challenge is not in choosing one over the other, but in knowing when to pull away and when to lean in. The screen is a tool, not a master. The mind is a garden, not a machine. To find balance is to reclaim choice. Perhaps that is what is truly right.



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