We have lost the power to express ourselves truly.

Every thought we have. Every piece we write.  Every picture we snap. It has to cross a certain quality threshold. Has to qualify to be good enough to be expressed. To be posted on Facebook, or wherever we publish our curated thoughts. If it isn’t that good, it might not even surface to our own consciousness.

Advanced analytics, social upvoting and feedback, all the sophisticated tools, seem to drift us away from our true inner voice, our intuition .

Hopefully, this is just a phase. A temporary displacement caused by the rapid growth of personal computing and the social internet in recent years.

Today it occurred to me that when I was a kid in school, I used to maintain a small diary in which I would write a thing or two everyday. Anything that came to mind.

That seems a long time ago.