TV Addiction Steals Best of Life - Part 2

Even when it feels like I’m not doing much, I remind myself that if I were watching TV I’d be doing nothing at all.

Slow progress is still progress.

TV Addiction Steals Best of Life - Part 1

TV presses in on me like an addiction, promising something just around the corner but never delivering.

It is said that smoking cuts 9 to 10 years off of one's lifetime. Interestingly, so too does TV - when one averages 3 hours a day over that same lifetime, 70,000 to 90,000 hours adds up to about 9 years.

But the real tragedy for the TV watcher is that all of that time is taken from the prime time hours. A smoker's early demise takes 9 years from the whole day: sleep time, work time and play time. In other words, if free, evening, prime time comprises about 3 hours per day, a smoker will only lose a year's worth, or 9,000 hours of this time, as opposed to the TV watcher who will lose up to 90,000 hours across their entire lifetime.

Is this the way I want to spend the best, non-working hours of my life... really?

Sucked Back Into The TV

I am a little subdued after the last few days. Calm after the storm. I watched two and a half videos yesterday. They were good, but you know, they took me away from myself and back to a land of apathy, impossibility and inertia. I don’t want to go there again; I have been alive for the last few weeks and know its power and possibility. I am not going back to what I was before.

I wonder if TV doesn’t act as a pacifier for our culture, levelling us out like cows on Valium or Prozac, keeping the engine which drives our consumer ways humming along without a care in the world that we would do anything about. It’s not so bleak as all this, I know, but the effect is there. Time to go and catch that plane.

Making a Life

On waking, my first thoughts were that I have been watching too much TV, that I need to fashion my own life and not enjoy others’ fantasies or lives as a spectator.

Whitley Striebler talks about a realm (heaven?) where myriad souls form a tapestry of their life-experience for all to enjoy.

By watching so much TV, what new material will we add to this tapestry? Will our souls exhibit a bland sameness? After all, we have watched the same programs, listened to the same music, gone to the same movies and heard the same news.

Maybe that’s why TV is so addictive? Cheap experiences, situations, pain, love, hate, rage, hurt, wonder, mystery for the price of admission. Could I be so blind not to see that life lived with love and hard work isn’t the better way? It is hard and slow, but it is real.

The power of the universe, the creative energy, is love, and we can turn it on. We can produce it. We are small generators of the universal fabric. That is why life itself supports us when we love and give ourselves in love.

Scads of Time

I finished the floor and the drywall in the new room yesterday evening. It's amazing, really, the amount of time that actually exists in the evening after supper. Time that is normally lost watching television.