The greatest test for the generations to come is patience. 

Remember how we would roll in bed and wait for a simple beep to indicate a text response and then spend the next hour cracking our heads to draft a message good enough to be finally sent out again. Because we know how critical it is to use the minimal number of letters to form words in order to catch that person's attention and interest so that they would respond to us and not keep us hanging. Individual text messages would be stored and fondly relooked at while waiting for the next reply. It was so precious. The whole waiting process even felt romantic. 

We were handicapped. Unable to check to see if the recipient had received the message or if it was intentionally left unread. No photographs. No directions. No maps. No phone calls. And I have yet to even start on the generations before who relied solely on pen, paper, stamps, birds and humans. 

Therefore, in the years to come the greatest challenge of all is patience. 

Be careful in the words that you say to each other. What comes out as spite could do damage that last a life time.

Maybe it was their upbringing and the skewed tunnel vision they are brought up to view situations and treat other human beings. You cannot deny that nurturing a child is crucial in their adolescence stage as it could tarnish their adulthood. Their nature is largely attributed to their nurture. Akin to a robot the programmer is the one that inputs the data for it to function.  

You need to breathe life into words again. Let them form and take hold of your page. I forget sometimes the need to leave a little of me online in this virtual world. 

It is a trend. There are too many scams out there offering you opportunities to jump onboard their easy way out solutions. The price? Your money. How about the media? It distracts you with fancy new things or news and all we end up doing is feeding this Monster with an insatiable appetite. 

Quote: Always online but never available. 

But the real price, is your time. 

And. Falling into the pit of selfishness. "Me" mentality syndrome. 

After one month, once a week, of giving away time to volunteering works, I won't say they need me. But rather I need them more than they need me. It made me grounded to the here and now. For a moment I am offline, doing something meaningful for someone else.