Apple, the Forbidden Fruit

From an angry Yogi written in winter 2025. While reading Anxious Generation. In one shot during another sleepless night.

And yet, every moment, we keep consuming it.Infinite knowledge in the palm of our hand.To the point of losing our common sense.To the point where we no longer look up at the sky to check the weather.

We no longer memorize our routes, preferring to be guided.We turn to Google, ChatGPT, rather than asking ourselves the question, thinking it through, or even allowing a mystery, an open question, to linger.No, at every moment, we indulge our greed.

We are in a state of indigestion, yet we keep stuffing ourselves.Not just with minute-by-minute weather updates or simplified routes, but with junk food for the mind. With social media.We are force-fed unsolicited information. Not just the kind we actively seek and are ready to ingest.

No, it’s as if an endless buffet were laid out before us, and we keep tasting everything, all the time.We are stuffed, and nothing has flavor anymore.We are filled with insomnia, anxiety, guilt.And yet, we keep going, day after day.

I remember when Facebook arrived, and the joy of reconnecting with people I once loved, who were far away or had drifted apart over time.A superficial, useless connection, let’s admit it.Then Facebook became a showcase for private lives.I vividly remember scrolling through my phone and feeling like a voyeur.I didn’t like that feeling.

It’s like someone stripping naked in front of you, indifferent to whether they feel comfortable being naked in public.As if my eyes, my mind, had no choice but to witness things I never asked to see.

I closed my Facebook account.But Facebook carried on and gave birth to countless offspring—Instagram, WhatsApp, LinkedIn, Twitter, TikTok…Little by little, these platforms normalized the exposure of private lives.And over time, they shaped a generation that believes this is normal.

A generation that no longer sees boundaries in what should remain private.A generation that, instead of hunting for its food, is constantly offered an all-you-can-eat buffet.We consume all day long, effortlessly, without digestion.A superficiality that does not nourish.

Our lives are meant to be lived, to be experienced.Intelligence is not just in the mind, it is in the body, in physical experience.This is how we gain true knowledge, true wisdom.The kind that comes from having lived it, heard it, breathed it, felt it.

The conclusion is grim.We are all addicts.All diving into the ease of screens, which do not challenge us, unlike reality.

We prefer immersing ourselves in a world that does not frustrate us, that aligns with our beliefs.No more reflection. No more free will.

We could call it a new religion, a cult.But no one would be offended.On the contrary, we continue to worship the gods of Silicon Valley, making offerings to them—our time, our freedom, our mental health, our relationships, our children.

The forbidden fruit.

Technology was created to serve us.But when the roles are reversed, when man serves the machine… what do we call that?

Like everyone else. Anonymously or not. Generation Z or not.I am addicted.

Impossible to resist.

I’ve tried. I relapse. I detox. I relapse again.I look at the world around me, and I despair.I look at my family, my relationship, and I despair.

We are all addicts.Addicts filled with guilt.

And yet—each time I notice it, I remember: awareness is the crack in the system.Every moment I choose to look up instead of down,to feel the air, to watch a cloud drift by,I reclaim a piece of myself.

The fruit may be forbidden,but we can still choose how much we bite.

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