Stealing time

I’m torn about my use of the internet.  I see so many possibilities and yet in an instance it seems that hours can pass.  It is easy to get drawn into living online. So much to read, and see and do. So much to learn and I get drawn in.  With most everything else I live with accepting things “in moderation” but with simply moderation the possibilities don’t seem as alive.  But the internet steals my time.  I resent that. I start to write  or read or create, and then I look at the clock and three hours are gone, just like that. Yet in moderation, the stuff doesn’t get out there. It remains invisible. I don’t see it. In moderation only I’m not sure there is a point to it at all. So I’m struggling to find a balance here.