Many Are Called but Few Choose to Listen

While working at my internship at DemandMedia, I met this man by the name of Bailey who worked in the lobby. He is an African-American male in his mid-forties and always wore a well-pressed grey suit and red tie–perfect for his job of greeting guests and assisting whenever he could. His nose carried a pair of circular glasses, which were slightly thick which made his eyes appear larger than they truly were. He also had a shaven head on top, with enough hair to keep him looking professional.

Whenever I entered work, Bailey would always greet me with a cordial, “Good morning sir,” never forgetting to call me sir. I could tell in his voice that his words were genuine, especially when directed toward me.

Over the course of the period that I interned at Demand Media, I would always see him 3 times a week, all when I got in at noon and when I left at five. It then started to become my ritual to just make small chat with him whenever I would see him–while others would simply choose to ignore him and go about their daily lives. We made small chat about typical things like the weather, how work was going, and how my studies were faring as well.

Before I knew it, my final day came and I told him of the news. By then we had built up a quite friendly relationship with one another, and Bailey asked me of my future plans. I told him how I was going to start working at AKMG, an online advertising agency which happened to be on Third Street (Demand Media is on Second Street). I then suddenly felt compelled to tell him about my interest in photography and how I was planning on spending more of my free time to pursue it.

I then recalled some of the black and white 4×6 photos that I had with me in my backpack, and took it out. I told him of my trip in Europe and proceeded to show him images from my trips in Europe, including pictures of the Eiffel Tower, St. Peter’s Cathedral at the Vatican, as well as other images from Korea. His eyes grew as large as dinner plates, and he held the images in his callused hands with sincerity and delicacy. I then told him if he was interested in my images, he should check out my website: I then took an image, flipped it, and wrote the address on the back.

As Bailey was still gazing over my images–eyes darting back and forth as if he was trying to figure out which image he preferred the most, I told him, “Here, these are for you.” While sitting down he then slowly looked up at me and then quickly shot his head away while shaking his head and saying, “Oh no sir I could never take these–they are much too expensive and valuable.” I then replied and told him, “No–take these. This is my present from me to you.” After him refusing for a bit more, I then told him in a stern voice, “If you don’t take these images–you will be insulting me.” He then quickly paused, shuffled his feet on the ground and then repeated what I said to himself, “…If you don’t take these images–you will be insulting me” I then stacked up the photos and then handed them to him, signaling to him to take it. He then slowly accepted the images–still full of reservation.

I then felt the feeling of overflowing joy and emotion in the air and then I suddenly felt a transformation in Bailey’s face and attitude. He lowered his voice a bit and I saw his true character come out–not just the “front-stage” behavior that he was so used to giving all of the other lobby guests. With the words of a sage he told me of how what I was doing with my photography was truly a beautiful thing and that it was amazing how I was pursuing my true talents and dreams. Bailey then told me of a quote that he heard the week before which he really loved, “Many are called but few choose to listen.” He slowly repeated the words to himself several times, alternating a few words here and there as he admitted to me that he didn’t quite remember the quote. He told me that I was common in the sense that I was one of the many people who were called to be great in life, but amazing in the sense that I let myself be chosen to achieve that greatness.

As Bailey was telling me these words of wisdom, he also told me not to concentrate on his voice, but “the voice behind the voice.” He then held up a piece of tissue to illustrate his point. “Don’t listen to me, but the voice behind my voice. I am nothing merely but a vessel in which words are flowing out of. In-fact, who I am doesn’t really matter–but rather it is my message that counts. Don’t forget about your dream and strive to pursue it.”

I was truly taken-back from these words of wisdom. Somebody that I first perceived as an uneducated male whose potential in life amounted to being a lobby host was truly a wise-man in disguise. I was thoroughly impressed by his insight and clarity when it came to life and was moved with emotion. His words reverberated with me so much that I felt compelled to write this blog post after having nearly a year-long hiatus without writing.

So as you go throughout your day, your week, and the rest of your life– don’t forget that inspiration, genius, or greatness is not something that is only given to a select few. Rather, it calls all of us. It simply depends on whether we choose to listen.


The Joy of Being a Regular

So everyday I have pretty much the same schedule. Wake up at 6:30am, get in my morning workout, eat breakfast, catch up with emails, work on my photos and any other miscellaneous tasks and leave to catch the bus to go tutoring. After my first tutoring session, I take another bus and have around 2 hours of a break. I always go to Paris Baguette and order an Americano and chill there and do some writing and then go to this little Korean restaurant across the street and get a tonkatsu.

Doing this everyday has caused the people at Paris Baguette and that restaurant to know my face. It is really nice because I know all the people who work at both places and I always feel at home being here, rather than just being a mere customer.

For example when I kept on coming to Paris Baguette at around the same time, ordering an Americano and chilling here and using my laptop, the people noticed me. One of the cashiers asked me if I worked around here, and I told her how I was from America and I tutored English nearby. They remember what I want and when I go near the front they ask me, “Americano, right?” and I nod and go to the same spot I go to everyday near the entrance.

When it comes to the restaurant, I always order either a beef tonkatsu, a fish tonkatsu, or soondubu (spicy tofu soup). I don’t eat a lot of white rice in my diet so I would always eat only a tiny bit of the rice. Once they started to recognize me, one of the ladies who worked there asked me why I didn’t eat much rice. When I told them that I didn’t want to get fat from the rice they laughed and told one another. The next time I came I was pleasantly surprised to see one of the ladies recognized me and heard her yell to the chef to just give me a little bit of rice because I didn’t eat that much.

I then realized at that point that I was a “regular.”

The idea of being a “regular” and having all the employees know you by a first-name basis is something very romanticized in popular media on tv and the movies. Who doesn’t want to go to their favorite café and tell the cashier “give me the usual.” The cashier than proceeds to say, “An espresso with extra cream and hold the sugar, right?” I think I have finally achieved that for the first time in my life, and it is a very humbling feeling. Usually when we think about our experiences at stores, restaurants, or even cafes we can think about snotty people working there who doesn’t give a damn about us. But having people know your preferences and stuff like that makes the experience so much more personal.

I wonder what life was like when everyone just lived in little towns where everybody knew another. You would go to the same grocer for your fruits and vegetables and chat a little and then head to the deli to get some meat. While you are there, you might tell the butcher your day and how things are with your family and stuff. And when going to buy new clothes, the store manager would know what style that you like and would proceed to fit you with clothes that mirror your character.

Nowadays the world has become a pretty impersonal place. One of the largest complaints that customers have is when it comes to customer-support. In attempting to cut costs, companies hire the least skilled laborers at minimum wage who provide mediocre service. Take Walmart for example. Sure it may have some of the lowest prices, but at what price? All of their scandals aside, they have a workforce that are much less trained and knowledgeable than smaller mom-and-pop stores. I used to believe that low prices were the most important thing, but nowadays I much prefer service over price.

Companies should realize this as well. Customers are more likely to purchase more things if they feel comfortable and welcomed by employees who know what they are talking about. I would gladly spend more money for better service, and leave a store feeling satisfied knowing that I got my money’s worth.

But the sad reality is that mom-and-pops stores are going bankrupt all over America, being overtaken by huge retail stores such as Walmart. Regardless of how great their service, they simply can’t complete with lower prices. And with the shopping experience going online, we no longer need to even interact with salesmen or people when purchasing what we want.

But human interaction is what makes life worth living. Can you imagine one day where you don’t even need to leave your house? It’s probably going to be here before you know it. Everything will go online. Everyone will start to buy everything they need online and even go to work online from home. There will no longer be any “need” to even take a step away from your computer. Kind of imagine that world pictured in Walle where humanity just lives on huge levitating chairs and does everything they need from there. As ridiculous as it may sound, it is where humanity is heading towards.

So now what can you do about it, the individual? Even though the world is becoming into a much more impersonal world, it doesn’t mean that you have to grow more impersonal as well. Sure you may feel socially awkward when striking up a conversation with a stranger or even a clerk, but nothing is holding you back. There is no Big Brother looking over your shoulder watching your every action.

We have to remind ourselves that the person at the cashier is a person, just like me and you. They have their own lives, families to worry about, bills to pay, and a life to live. The next time you are getting service from anywhere, don’t feel afraid to strike up a conversation or even say hi to the other person. Who knows, that person may be having a crappy day and they may be shocked to see a random customer inquiring about how their day is going.

So become a “regular” with everyone you interact with. Even if you see the same people at work everyday, take a minute or two out of your day and ask them how they are doing. Bypass the typical “I’m doing fine” response and tell them how you really feel. If you feel like crap tell them “I feel exhausted from sleeping at 3AM last night, but this coffee is keeping me awake” or if you feel great don’t simply say that you feel good. Tell them, “I feel FANTASTIC.” People will marvel at hearing honesty and something genuine.

Now excuse me while I go and order my Americano.


It’s 9:50. I am on the #16 bus heading home. On the bus, I am currently sitting on the top left seat looking at it lightly rain outside. I am sitting hunched in my seat, with my knees resting in the barrier in front of me. I feel the cool breeze from outside hitting my face. I’m in total comfort and while listening to an audiobook about Sarte, I have an unexplicable sense of peace in my heart.

Damn life is beautiful.

Its definitely htese small moments which make life so valuable. We must learn to cherish the small things in life, because thats what makes life so special and worth living. Things such like the warm and welcoming taste of coffe in the morning, the innocence of a soft peck on the cheeck, or the sweet smell in the air before it rains.

Life doesn’t have to be so damn complicated. We often make it so much more confusing and convoluted than it needs to be. We try to seek all the extravagancies in life rather than enjoying ourselves in the small yet sweet moments. We have an unsatiable desire for wealth, status, and fortune which clouds our mind and judgement makes us ignore everything else.

However we must learn to detach ourselves from these fruitless desires. They never fully satisfy us, regardless if we believe they will or not. Rather, they make us feel even more empty inside.

So don’t live life in terms of everything having to be so big and grand. I rather invite you to live life through a microscope. Think about and cherish all the small things in life that we take for granted.

Next time you are sipping coffee think about it in terms of our time on the earth. Savor life. It’s good to the last drop.

The Freedom of Choice

When former Nazi soldiers were put on the stand during judicial hearings on the horrors of the Holocaust, the most common response after “I was just following orders” was “I had no other choice.” These Nazi soldiers would tell the court how they were threatened to be killed if they did not obey their superiors, which gave them “no other choice.” However this was not recognized as a legitimate plea and many Nazi soldiers were executed for the horrific crimes they committed against humanity in which 6 million innocent Jewish lives were put to death.

Lately I have been listening to a series of lectures about “Existentialism,” which is the most general philosophical idea when it comes to the individual and his or her place in the world. It addresses many different aspects of human consciousness and thought, one of them being on the freedom of choice. According to the philosopher Sarte, we always have choice regardless of our situations. Even given the extreme example of Nazi soldiers during the Holocaust; they literally did have the option of not following orders from their superiors, although it might have ended in severe punishment or death.

Our lives are definitely not as dramatic as soldiers from World War II, but we might often feel suffocated and that we have a severe lack of choice in our lives. Some of us may feel constrained by the will of our parents and feel that we have “no choice” but to follow their wishes, rather than our own. They might end up dictating what majors we are to study in college or even what careers we pursue under familial pressure, the threat of withdrawal of financial support, or even as severe as the idea of disownment. Even under these kinds of circumstances we still have choice.

You still do have the choice of choosing your own major and pursuing your own career. Your parents do not literally have you locked up and tied to a wall which prevents you from making these decisions. Rather, we just choose to comply with their wishes because we are afraid of the repercussions. But think about it. You are the only one who holds the power of making the decision in your hands, legally and physically. When you are over 18, the law gives you the freedom of choice and to be fully independent from your parents and make your own decisions. And as long as you are not locked down in the cellar of a basement, you have the ability to pursue whatever your heart desires.

However for some reason, people internalize the idea that they have “no choice” and are never able to see all the other options that they may have. If you are miserable in your life, you have the option to be happy. It is just a matter if you make the decision to pursue it or not.  There must be a reason why you are unhappy. Missing love in your life? Go out, join clubs, and try to meet people that you are compatible with. Miserable at your job? Quit it and find another job. Tired of being overweight and made fun and judged by others? Clean up your eating habits and start exercising regularly.

Now you might be thinking to yourself “its not that easy.” You might be considering that there are all of these other complications that I am not taking into consideration. This is true to a certain degree. Although we do have the freedom to choice; it might not always be absolute. For example, although we have the freedom of choice, we cannot decide to run if we have no legs. The same goes for the idea of wanting to see if we are blind.

Although we literally do have the choice to make almost any decision in our lives, we must approach this from a practical and pragmatic point of view. If you were a mother of 5 and working full-time to support your family, it would probably be a terrible idea to quit your job to pursue art. Although the action of calling your employer and quitting would be physically possible, it wouldn’t be very logical.

Although we have the freedom to choice, it is most often excuses which get in our way. When is the last time that we told ourselves that we were going to exercise and lose weight but only to make the excuse that we were too tired or that we don’t have enough free time? We constantly make excuses to not to do something rather than make the excuse to do something.

We got to quit being lazy by constantly making excuses to transfer the blame away from ourselves. We are the only ones who control our lives, nobody else. When we are unhappy, we are always quick to blame someone else or something else. We are fat because of McDonalds. We are stupid because of television. We are bored because life is dull. We never take responsibilities for ourselves and for our own actions.

We constantly have the power of choice, regardless of how subtle it may be. If there is a new hobby that we want to pursue, we cannot make the excuse that “we don’t have enough time” or “we’re too busy.” Anybody can make an extra 30 minutes a day in free time. If we learn to cut something out of our schedule such as watching TV or surfing the net, this time can become easily available to us. Or even to people who don’t do that, we can wake up 30 minutes earlier or sleep 30 minutes later. There is never a legitimate excuse for not following our passions. If we want to pursue music, pick up your dusty guitar and start playing. If we want to lose weight, put on your shoes and go outside. If we want to feel loved, pick up the phone and talk to a friend.

We gotta quit making excuse and take responsibility of our lives. Live life to the fullest and with passion. Remember, the world is yours.


Audiobooks is one of the best things that have ever happened to me. Ever since Cindy introduced me to them by giving me a copy of “Tuesdays with Morrie” I have been HOOKED. I have always been fascinated with books, but never found the time to really sit down and read them because I was always on the go. However with audiobooks, I can take them with me anywhere and soak up all this knowledge whether I’m riding the bus, on the subway, or just walking around. Audiobooks are kinda like a treadmill too because they give you a steady stream of words and you are forced to keep a certain pace, which guarantees you to finishing a book within about 2 hours.

Tutoring in Korea I heavily rely on public transportation to get wherever I need to go. Therefore I spend about 2 hours everyday just waiting for the bus, riding the bus, or just walking around. This gives me a perfect opportunity to gain my knowledge and insight about the world which has been extremely fulfilling. I have been listening to books about communication, philosophy, religion, productivity, and even about interpersonal relationships. I therefore do not dread this time being alone, I rather embrace it. I am really trying to suck the marrow out of life and by making the best out of my time.

Time is not free. We often waste it by doing what we don’t want to do or simply from mere procrastination. Time is also a non-renewable resource; once we use it we cannot get it back.

So turn off your gossip girls, quit stalking people on Facebook, or twittering about what you ate for breakfast. Empower yourself through knowledge. Lets put the “cool” back in school.


In the philosophy of existentialism, to “exist” is to be passionate. Passion gives us the motivation to take control of our lives and gives us a reason to live. According to this philosophy, no matter how many oppressive forces that we have in our lives that may hold us back, we all ultimately have the power to make our own decisions in our lives. College is the first time in our lives that we become independent from our parents by moving into the dorms where there is nobody constantly looking over you and telling you what to do. We get to choose whether we want to wake up in the mornings and go to our lectures, whether we want to study or hang out with our friends, and even what time we can go to sleep. All of this freedom without the constant nagging of our parents.

In college, we are also allowed to choose what classes we want to take and what majors we want to study, instead of being spoon-fed the same curriculums in high school. This freedom can thus empower us with the ability to shape the context of our own education, but it can create a ton of stress as well. Although we no longer live with our parents while we are in school, there can be constant family pressure to pursue a certain major or field of study for us to be “successful.” We are often told to choose “practical” majors which will give us high-paying jobs that are full of prestige such as being a doctor, a lawyer, or even an engineer.

However you must decide to choose a major which you are passionate about. You cannot let your parents dictate what you are to study. I have a great first-hand experience when it comes to this. When I was entering college, my parents wanted me to be a doctor and thus I chose Biology as my major. However only a few weeks in the curriculum, I found that I genuinely despised the material and didn’t feel that I was getting anything fulfilling from it. I told my parents and they told me to simply “suck it up” and continue. I attempted to just “stick it out,” but I found myself getting more and more depressed the further I delved into the subject material. I knew that I had to switch my major and pursue another major that I was truly passionate about to find meaning and satisfaction.

I soon stumbled upon Sociology and it sounded interesting as it addressed many different subject matters when it comes to society. And with it piquing my interest, I made the plunge and took a leap of faith and changed my major. After a quarter of studying Sociology, I knew that I made the right decision. I found myself for the first time in my life actually wanting to go to class and I immersed myself into the class materials and readings. I felt empowered by the knowledge that I was learning and my world-view started to change. I started to see things for the way they truly were, rather than what I was taught to believe by society. And three years later after my freshman year, I find myself wanting to get a Masters and a PhD in the field.

Family pressures can often be a very difficult obstacle to overcome, but you must realize that in the end, you are the one who can make the ultimate decision. Regardless of how much pressure you may face, you are the only one able to choose your major, not your mom or your dad. Sure your parents may even threaten of disowning you if you decide to pursue History or another major instead of being that world-famous doctor they wanted you to be, but don’t worry; those are all bluffs. Your parents have dedicated the last 18 years or so raising you with love and support, so they will continue to support you regardless  of what decisions you make.

So decide to pursue what you are truly passionate about, not what makes a lot of money or sounds “practical.” College is not job training, it is “life training.” Through college, you learn about the world around you and learn to see it in a different way, while developing the critical skills in being an independent thinker. You will also learn how to better interact with other people and create some of the deepest bonds in your life. You have only one life to live. Live life to the fullest without regrets. After all, if you don’t pursue your passions, you will always feel empty and longing for more. And on a philosophical level, fail to even exist.

Why watching TV is a waste of life.

As a child, Jimmy has always had TV as his caretaker. Everyday after school he would always be warmly greeted home by the TV. The TV would softly whisper to Jimmy, “Turn me on. Common, see what interesting shows are on.” Jimmy dashes to the TV and switches it on. It is 3:30PM and his favorite cartoon show is on. He sits right next to the television and lets the soft warm glow of the television radiate onto his face and sinks in as he lets the inaudible chatter drown out all the other sounds in his life.

Now fast forward 20 years. Jimmy has just finished another mundane day at the office and is exhausted from his monotonous 9-5 shift. He tosses his bills that he got from the mail on his coffee table and plops on his couch. He kicks off his shoes and stretches out his legs. He grabs his remote control which controls his DVD system, his Satellite System, as well as his TiVo box. He turn on the episode of “Scrubs” that he missed the day before and plans to catch up on all the other shows that he is behind on. After watching a couple of shows he realizes it is 11PM and it is time for bed. He takes a shower, brushes his teeth, and goes to bed. He continues his daily routine. Rinse, wash, and repeat.

Now this is a hypothetical situation that I just conjured up in my head. Although I created this fictional person named “Jimmy,” there are sure as hell tons of Jimmys out there just like the one I portrayed. As children, they grew up finding television as a refuge and a place to find comfort as well as entertainment. They spend almost all of their free time in front of the television and are constantly entertained, yet they feel miserable inside. They spend the majority of their lives watching others live their lives instead of going out and living their own lives.

Now before you get the impression that I am advocating the destruction of television and all other sorts of entertainment believe me that I’m not. I know the enjoyment of watching a couple of South Park episodes here and there as well as watching the newest blockbuster movies. I love being entertained by these quirky shows just as much as everyone else. But there is a fine line between watching TV once a while it actually being one’s life.

Like every other kid I used to love television and was constantly glued to it. I still remembering waking up ridiculously early in the morning to watch the newest episode of Pokemon or falling asleep with the Simpsons on. However getting only basic channels soon wasn’t cutting it for me anymore. I soon begged and pleaded to my mom to get cable. And once I got cable for my TV, it was like opening Pandora’s box.

There was close to a hundred channels which could satisfy every part of me. I could watch TV dramas when I was feeling serious, cartoons when I was feeling goofy, and even educational channels when I was feeling intellectual. There was always something on to watch. Whenever I got bored by a show or a commercial break came on, I was quick to switch to my other favorite channels to “see what else was on.”

Despite my mother’s constant nagging at me of how much television I was watching, I was genuinely convinced she didn’t know what she was talking about. I tried to advocate the The Learning Channel (TLC) as well as the discovery channel and how it was intellectually stimulating for me. Although these channels did have some educational value, I always found myself passing up that special on Zebras to watch the newest Digimon episode.

Fast forward to high school. I soon became obsessed with Anime and remember sleeping often at 3:00AM on school nights staying up watching “Cowboy Bebop” or “Outlaw Star.” I used to be really into reading books, but being a high school student I no longer had time for “that kind of stuff.” It wasn’t interesting enough and didn’t capture my attention long enough. I needed a constant flow of entertainment; something to always pique my interest. I seriously had the attention span of a pigeon. If I saw something more interesting and shiny in the distance, I would disregard everything else and go there instead.

Now hit the fast forward button x2 and let’s go to college. I now had a job working 20 hours a week, classes, weekly meetings for my clubs, and church and Sunday school to teach on Sundays. I suddenly had no more time for TV. I was doing far more interesting things with my time and didn’t miss TV for even a second. I totally didn’t even notice that I cut television entirely out of my regimen. Instead of finding entertainment in the newest characters on TV, I found meeting new people in college to be much more fascinating. Instead of watching an entire anime series, I found myself picking up a new hobby in photography. Instead of watching that rerun for that episode I missed last night, I went to the gym.

After cutting television completely out of my life for three years, I don’t regret it one bit. After cutting TV out of my life, I have been more active and lived life more, rather than simply wasting hours sitting on a couch watching television on end. We often ask where all our time goes, and I guarantee that a lot of it can easily be wasted watching TV or other sources of entertainment such as surfing the net.

Let’s do some simple math. According to national surveys in the US, the average adult spends 22 to 28 hours a week watching television. And if the average lifetime of an adult is 75 years, the average adult wastes 8 to 10 years of his/her life watching television. Do you really want to spend your precious time on Earth watching pointless TV dramas or over-the-top reality shows?

Think about what you actually gain from watching TV. Nothing is ever truly black and white so I will admit there can be good things from watching TV. Ideas about love, friendship, loyalty, heroism, and inspiration can be found on TV. At the same time, many of these ideas are often perverted in unrealistic ways such as success or even love. How are you going to cram the ideal of success into a TV show? Paint the same picture of a guy coming from rags and getting to riches from all these unprobable situations. How are you going to  portray “true love” in a movie? Have a couple who falls madly in love after meeting for the first time, going through one minor conflict, and living happily ever after.

You never truly “gain” anything from watching TV shows (minus “educational” channels). Let’s say you finish watching an episode of Law and Order. What have you truly experienced? Do you really feel that much more satisfied in your life after watching that episode? Do you feel like that you are really “living life” by watching others get into difficult situations and finding solutions in the end? Does your emotional well-being truly depend whether Joey and Monica get back together? Or if Person A ever learns to forgive Person B after he or she cheated on him?

Television is soma for the masses. For anyone who has read Adolous Huxley’s “Brave New World” you would know that soma is the drug which was administered to the masses to keep them happy, although they were being oppressed. So pretty much, regardless of all the atrocities that are happening around the world such as genocide or war, or even how we are being oppressed by our own governments, we don’t care. As long as we have our televisions to keep us happy, we are not bothered at all.

Now compare this to George Owell’s vision of the future in his novel “1984.” Orwell envisioned a future in which a totalitarian government (Big Brother) would repress the people in action and in thought. As repressive as people may say that the American government is, it would be wrong to say that we have a totalitarian government that censors everything in our lives.

According to the book “Amusing ourselves to Death,” the author Neil Postman claims that it wasn’t necessary for the government to repress us and hide knowledge and information from us, because we won’t even care. The government wouldn’t need to ban or burn books, because nobody would be reading books anyways. As long as we are entertained, we don’t care about anything else.

Now everything which I am saying here may sound like the words of a raging liberal bent on destroying all sorts of entertainment in the world. It might sound extreme and offensive as well. However everything I am saying here I am not applying it to you, the reader. This is not a direct attack on you if you watch TV. Even if all you do all day is watch TV and read tabloids of celebrities, this is not an attack on you. It is referring to the American society which values entertainment over everything else, including education and social justice.  It is expressing a view which is not commonly shown, as everyone sees entertainment as “harmless fun.”

So I urge you, spend less time watching TV and more time living life. Time is the most valuable possession in our lives, and something that we cannot get back once we spend it. You never truly learn anything about people, society, or even the world from watching pointless dramas on TV. These things can only be learned through intrapersonal contact by seeing them in person, in the flesh. I guarantee you, if you spend that extra hour or two a day meeting a friend instead of watching that newest TV show, you will be much happier in life. And maybe one day you won’t even need that TV to keep you company anymore.