Lately I’ve been questioning whether being “always on” makes us enjoy life just a bit less. How can we be stopping to smell the roses when we’re looking at our iPhones every few minutes to see if we’ve got a new email? Would I get more satisfaction digesting a well-written novel opposed to spending that time keeping up with every forgettable tidbit to come over my RSS feeds? Are we forgetting to appreciate time spent in the presence of people we’re actually with when we’re texting with people we’re not?