The Future 50 years

This would be interesting to see if this even reaches me. It might amuse you to know that I'm listening to Britney Spear's Piece of Me, a song that is already over a year old, and a song I'm about ten years too old to be enjoying.

On this day, I'm on two ends of an extreme. I've come off a breakup with a man who says he loves me, but I couldn't get myself to say those word back. And when you you don't love someone, on no occasion should you compromise and lie with those words.

On the other end of the extreme, I'm smitten by a man, a gentleman, who calls me up on a telephone on a Tuesday to ask me out on a date on Friday. Not an SMS (short message service), not a Facebook message, not an email. He call me on a phone, one that's is attached to the wall no less. This is old-school, even for this day. And I find him to be the last of gentlemens.

I am now listening to Philippe Glass, The Poet Acts. It's a soothing afternoon tune that I've enjoyed for sometime now.

I'm assuming I will be a different person 50 years from now. By the way, I haven't changed much over the years. I'm assuming I will still have sight and other sensories to enjoy this letter. But I have to tell you, that I recently went from 20/15 vision, to something much less. This has me worry that I send too much time in front of a screen. And I receive far too much information from a screen rather than books, travel or real life experience. Which of course scares me because I am being shaped by screens with too much chatter, like everyone's got a platform for speaking, no not enough people are saying a thing. I'm not creating my own thoughts. And reading, traveling and experiencing might be the only chance we get to, in this age, perhaps, becoming our own person. A real person with pure thoughts and the ability to make decisions based on first hand experiences and untainted intuition. That is my wish for myself.

I wonder if I will be able to fulfill my potential when I come to read this 50 years from entering these words on my keyboard.

We are so caught up with our immediate self, a guarded self, that we rarely share. This really is an exercise of talking to yourself. A conversation we have less and less of eachday.