Last year I started a war against sugar. It was May 2025 and I decided I'd had enough. I don't remember exactly what pushed me. Maybe it was an old video my father sent me, where I saw myself as a fat sack of meat. Maybe it was reading Dr. Georgia Ede's book, Change Your Diet, Change Your Mind. Maybe it was fate. It doesn't matter. What matters is that I started fighting, and today, in July 2026, I won. The results have been spectacular.
Then I thought about the other hard wars that changed my life. Quitting smoking, back in 2013, after more than ten years of it. So which fight comes next? That question came while I was holding one of the biggest enemies of mankind in my hand: my smartphone.
What I saw cannot be unseen. The urge to check. The engineering behind it: powerful, beautiful, elegant, in the palm of our hand. We gave away our control with it, and with it our most valuable thing, time.
Pixels on a small screen have us in their grip, even in the most important moments of our lives. When we should be with our friends, our loved ones, our kids, ourselves. Look around you. Everyone is glued to a screen, to headphones, to smartwatches, smart this, smart that.
So I'm starting a new war. Like every war worth fighting, this one is internal, the hardest kind. Will I win? I don't know. That's not the point. The point is whether I give up. And I won't.
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