Best thing since sliced bread?

I was made to think that I was missing the world, that I was outdated, that I needed something to commensurate the amount of time I spent on blogging and that I should learn how to spend for myself too, to pamper myself. I was made to think that I was important and was missing the sheer pleasure and ease of the greatest invention by man.
I went on thinking that I was stupid for not joining the bandwagon. The masters were at work with time-proven business psychological methods of Edward Bernays. Eventually, I started thinking that my mundane life would suddenly morph forever into a psychedelic colour filled Strawberry Fields. I decided that I had to have it at all cost.
And I took the plunge...
Now that I have got it, I have come to realise that life is still the same. There are no flying confetti and rainbow paved pathway. I still have to think and compose with my brain and type intelligently. It is just like art and craft. I have to create the art but craft of performing is different. How different? Just as familiarity breeds contempt, absence make the heart grow fonder..