It’s tough to be old fashioned these days.
Everything is about moving forward, moving faster.
What we own must be new. Our sentimentality lives in the cloud now – it isn’t something we lug around, take out when we are feeling nostalgic and pass around. We live simultaneously in this moment and all other moments at once. And thus, nothing becomes old. We are lighter than ever, and yet the weight of what we carry at all times has never been heavier.
I own a Polaroid camera – well, an Instax (a lot cheaper), and many older adults often laugh, either in delight or disbelief that someone my age would be interested in carrying that around.
While many of my peers and coworkers rely on apps or mail calendars to organize themselves, I carry around my Bullet Journal. I take time to write down what is upcoming and what has happened.
The phones in people’s hands continually buzz to alert them to the day’s events, work emails, social expectations, and more (mine included) and their minds become less and less willing to turn off completely.
Since when did it become a bad thing to move slowly? To take care and time in crafting something new?
This concept that time is accelerating around us is not new, in fact, we talk about it almost every day, and yet nothing changes. Is it fear that if we slow down enough to see what is around us, we won’t like what we see? We will notice things that were easier to pass by before?
I don’t have the answers. I wonder if anyone does anymore.