City lights adorn us.
Overwhelmed by the beauty before us..
This urban life is too glorious,
I love your city view.
Sirens, strange ones, and street art..
Mischief at the local park,
But this city will always be my heart.
Just take in that city view.
Sweet city, my friend when I’m alone,
To some, your streets their only home..
You shine your light on everyone.
Such a perfect city view.
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My grandpa turned 80 on Saturday. It’s funny how fast time goes by– and right before our eyes. We’re in the midst of a huge generational shift and our elders, who we constantly like to joke about how there’s no such thing as keeping a long story short, are holding the one thing that is most valuable: Experience. Our grandparents know what it was like to have to wake up in the morning and instead of checking their phones, they’re waiting for the mail man. Instead of logging on the web to find movie times, they checked the newspaper. Instead of texting they were 15 minutes late, they had to hope and pray their date had enough patience to wait for them. It’s all very intriguing. So why then will we spend more interest in a story we read on yahoo news than the stories told by our elders?
Chances are we take advantage of internet convenience a little too much. We can’t jump online and send grandma a Facebook chat and ask what dating was like in the fifties, although it would be really interesting to know what that was like. We sadly don’t care to put forth the effort to go through an afternoon driving to our grandparents’ house and spending a decent amount of hours with them. Because we all know that going to grandma’s house is a process, and not one that lasts less than an hour.
The scary part is that time goes by too fast. And soon our grandparents won’t be here to share what it was like growing up with little or no technology, how they lived their lives, and what they learned from that. Soon we’ll be left with a bunch of millennials and only technology and what we’ve heard about the past. So why not record those memories before it’s too late?
So on Saturday my boyfriend casually asked my Grandpa about his years in the navy, and he talked about sending letters to his buddies in the mail during crazy times in his young life. Not an email, not a text, not a fb message. A handwritten letter. And it made me think, I don’t believe i have a single hand-written letter from my best friend. Do you? And the crazy part is, I don’t think that really bothers a lot of people these days. Times have certainly changed. And maybe it’s time you pick up the phone and find out exactly how things have changed.
We must be careful, for because we are so wrapped up in technology, we might just miss the beauty of life before this so-called convenience existed.