Edu-macation
I was completely prepared to write a long educational story about the history of communication, why our methods are changing so often, and go on and on about how cool it was to write letters instead of sending a text or email... I'm not going to do any of those things.
The more I think about how much about communication methods have changed - in my lifetime - the more it doesn't make much sense to dwell on it. The way people exchange ideas changes all the time. Mr. Misanthropology wrote about the death of things. Most adults - even young ones are so easy to spout clichés about why they don't want things to change... but it's inevitable. I most certainly miss the simpler times in my life - the naivety of youth and all that. But if I dwell on it, dissect it, and try to understand it, I'm really just wasting my time. I'm not learning anything by wishing I could go back and change things.
I like to think that my life is good. The fact that I'm plummeting down a hill to my demise in some way or another seems less and less important. I have had some conversations recently about how elderly people try so hard to continue living, when they're miserable at best. Why bother? Something has to be worth living for. I'm not suicidal, just being logical... If there's no good reason to do anything, what's the point? What difference does it make that one person lived or died? The answer is the meaning of the life, the universe and everything... 42.
The more I think about how much about communication methods have changed - in my lifetime - the more it doesn't make much sense to dwell on it. The way people exchange ideas changes all the time. Mr. Misanthropology wrote about the death of things. Most adults - even young ones are so easy to spout clichés about why they don't want things to change... but it's inevitable. I most certainly miss the simpler times in my life - the naivety of youth and all that. But if I dwell on it, dissect it, and try to understand it, I'm really just wasting my time. I'm not learning anything by wishing I could go back and change things.I like to think that my life is good. The fact that I'm plummeting down a hill to my demise in some way or another seems less and less important. I have had some conversations recently about how elderly people try so hard to continue living, when they're miserable at best. Why bother? Something has to be worth living for. I'm not suicidal, just being logical... If there's no good reason to do anything, what's the point? What difference does it make that one person lived or died? The answer is the meaning of the life, the universe and everything... 42.
It's funny, I was just talking to my stylist this morning about outmoded communication. We were discussing the recent increase in stamp prices and I noted how I pay all of my bills online, so the next time I'm likely to need stamps is for Christmas cards. We then got into a discussion about how people are sending fewer of those as well in favor of e-cards or whatever. The Tao teaches us that life is impermanent and that we can only enjoy things as they are at that moment instead of thinking of how they could or should be. Still, I don't think I'm ready for the Twitter bandwagon. Maybe I'm just playing out some remnant of teenage conformity rejection. Maybe I just prefer a long-form medium like this where whole thought processes can be expressed. Or maybe, back in my day we had to actually talk to people...and we liked it!
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