The Inner Monologue

I don’t think of screen time as something to manage. The question itself feels misplaced—like asking how much book time or thinking time or living time is enough. It isn’t about how long I stare at a screen; it’s about what the screen gives back to me.

A screen can be a window or a wall. What matters is what’s on the other side. If it shows me something that expands thought, sharpens awareness, or deepens connection, then I can stay there for hours and not feel that time was lost. But if it offers only noise, distraction, or decay, even a minute is too much.

So I don’t count the minutes. I measure the meaning. The screen isn’t the problem. The content is the choice.