longing

i am so sick of being plugged in, hooked up, addicted to electronic glow. i am nostalgic for the days where, upon arrival, logging in was not my first priority. why this insatiable appetite to pass time by the most unnatural means possible? what happened to quiet? to contemplation under stars? to contentedness just to be. the distractions are overwhelming, but we don't even know what we are escaping from. is it so impossible to be happy unless my brain is processing the maximum amount of information at all times? i want rest. of mind soul and body. i want to lie quiet in streaming sunlight, concentrating on nothing but the warmth dissolving into my skin. i want to sit reverently in velvet dark listening to wind through trees and waters rushing. i will convince myself that these are little luxuries better suited to a more romantic life than mine. but practicality will always give way to flights of fancy.