Yes, I may be younger, but I also feel that some things were lost because of the internet. It now seems to me that the oversupply of content has, unfortunately, led to a decline in the appreciation of content—or rather, in the value attributed to it.
It’s a bit like Christmas for kids: you look forward to it for a long time, and finally the day comes when you get presents. Today, however, every day is Christmas, and the presents aren’t as special anymore because there are so many that you don’t even have time to really appreciate them—you can binge-watch one series after another and somehow lose your sense of proportion and the feeling of when enough is enough, or so it seems to me.
This is certainly a nostalgic impression, yet it seems to me that “more” is only positive to a certain extent, since this “more” can easily turn into “too much,” which is more of a burden than a joy.
Yes, I may be younger, but I also feel that some things were lost because of the internet. It now seems to me that the oversupply of content has, unfortunately, led to a decline in the appreciation of content—or rather, in the value attributed to it.
It’s a bit like Christmas for kids: you look forward to it for a long time, and finally the day comes when you get presents. Today, however, every day is Christmas, and the presents aren’t as special anymore because there are so many that you don’t even have time to really appreciate them—you can binge-watch one series after another and somehow lose your sense of proportion and the feeling of when enough is enough, or so it seems to me.
This is certainly a nostalgic impression, yet it seems to me that “more” is only positive to a certain extent, since this “more” can easily turn into “too much,” which is more of a burden than a joy.