It is easy to narrate and mold stories at our convenience. It gives us the power of being something. Our ego dictates over us and leads us to take actions which we would have never taken otherwise. If we are lucky, we end up having a less painful life.
We build cars, entertainment, food apps, and virtual connections, all for convenience. Our convenience bought us more closer, gave us more free time, yet made us more miserable and sick.
What price are we paying for our convenience?