Often my mind keeps bringing me back to simpler times. I’m not yet sure if it’s good or bad, bringing up past memories for the sake of holding on to a time frame that has already served its purpose. As if a crutch to get through the day, when life seems too fast to hang on, does my imagination gravitate towards days before cellphones, before personal computers, before the digital age. When life seemed to move at a slower, digestable pace. Or was it because I was only a kid did it seem that way?
I remember the student of the month in grade school being the lucky kid to have access to the sole computer in the library. I’m not that old, so this wasn’t that long ago….. Oregon Trail anyone?
I’ll never forget when my mom brought home an old portable walkman complete with enormous foam headphones from work one day. I thought I was the coolest kid playing a “4 Non Blondes” tape so many times it wore out.
To summer days every kid running wild through the neighborhood, and parents shouting names at dusk from front doors summoning each one back inside. Pretending not to hear with every bit of resistance, finally surrendering to the indoors upon hearing a middle name.
To arriving at my grandparents farm, waking from a backseat slumber to the crunching sound of the gravel driveway. Forty acres of pasture and boundless energy for exploration, an entire continent to someone three feet tall.
Twenty years later I find myself running back up two flights of stairs to grab the cell phone I forgot on my way down to the car. Realizing what I had done, I questioned why….
I wish I could time travel 20 years ago, casually starting a conversion with someone using words like smartphone, email, iphone, snapchat, and hashtag. How many people might toss me in an asylum?
Wondering where we’re headed, where we’ll be in another twenty years. Quantum physicists claim that time isn’t so much speeding up, but compressing. The most invaluable advice I’ve acquired so far for myself is to have an open mind, not attaching to any rigid thought processes. I feel it’s been helpful. Everything changes so fast, my only source of comfort, becoming comfortable with being uncomfortable. An intimate relationship with change, with the unknown, with whatever tomorrow may bring. Remembering, but not desperately holding on to what once was. Going with the flow, wherever our collective consciousness may be leading us….
“The more I see, the less I know for sure” ~ John Lennon