I remember years ago, I had certain conceptions about growing old. As I look back at my younger days, it’s obvious to me that my conceptions were misconceptions. One thought I had about reaching retirement age was that I would be able to coast the rest of the way. Living a life of leisure was the promise I had made to myself.
Oh, how speculations about the future are often dead wrong. We’re at a time in our history when each new generation brings with it certain attributes the one previously knew nothing about. My generation, the Baby Boomers, saw a level of prosperity in America no other generation before even dreamed about. During my life, I’ve seen technological advancements that would have boggled the minds of people born during the latter part of the nineteenth century. We’ve advanced from heavy cathode-tubed radios and televisions to hand-held devices that are more powerful than the early cellular telephones of the mid nineteen nineties. The technology has been changing at warp speed.
Political, cultural and economic issues seem to topple the balance of things on a regular basis. When I was a young lad, way back in the middle of the last century, life had a flow about it that didn’t push us forward much. We took things as they came, probably because they came at a speed that was much more maneuverable than today. I’m sitting here tapping out these words on my laptop, with my cell phone and my Kindle standing closely by. Years ago, I never would have imagined and old, retired guy like me would be so in touch with technology. I’m supposed to be fishing, woodworking or doing some other kind of activity that has a bit more “Zin” quality to it.
As much as I try to disconnect myself from the “breaking story of the day”, I feel compelled to watch the 24-hour news cycle as much as the next worry wort. Emoting over things that occur around the world or down the block only raises the blood pressure unnecessarily. Oftentimes, I can’t do a thing about it, but I want to be in the know.
Is the practice of changing cell phones every year necessary? Do I need to have a smart TV? Does my car have to talk to me? Will I, or the generation coming into its own after my children’s generation become melded to technology, clouding the lines that barely exists today? Smelling the roses might not be a bad idea. Analogue did allow time for the relishing of quality, didn’t it? Digital moves us forward at speeds where appreciation of quality is more of a challenge, right?
I’m old and blessed…hope you will be too.