Once Upon a Time … Then We Get Old

Once upon a time, I was young and thin and had firm skin.Once upon a time, I was young. When I was young, the Internet as we know it today was in its infancy, cell phones were only for the wealthy, bullying happened in person, and the only writers in the world were journalists and authors.

The building blocks of the Internet as we know it today began taking shape in the 1960s and started to spread like wildfire in the 1990s. The new millennium (after surviving the big Y2K scare) saw a transition from the likes of AOL message boards to social media, where everyone’s business is in your face whether you want to see it or not. Social media also became a place used not only for communicating but also for bragging, cyber-bullying, stalking, scamming, whining, and complaining.

Social and economic status became easier to determine, and comparisons skyrocketed. Feelings of inadequacy, doubts of self-worth, and depression are more common as a result of these comparisons. Yet, we spend more and more time on the Internet reading and believing everything we read. Smart phones, computers, and tablets have taken over our lives. We’ve become out of shape and overweight, too.

Technology has made it easier for us to get more done at a much faster rate than we’ve ever been able to in the past. This is a blessing and a curse. Knowing that we can get things done faster, more is expected of us. We spend more time on our technological devices at the expense of non-technological tasks such as cleaning the house, maintaining the yard, and simply getting out of the house and experiencing real life!

Our minds are packed with so much information now that we tend to forget … a lot! So we’re in a catch-22 here. Thank goodness for our devices with calendars, alarms, and various other reminder capabilities! I rely heavily on these things to keep me organized and on track. I have alarms and reminders for paying bills, appointments, and even for vitamins and medications (along with a pill sorter to make double sure)!

I have to use a pill sorter along with a reminder alarm so I don't forget to take my vitamins and medication. I'm too old to remember.

… and then we get old.

Darcy Elliott

I don't believe humans truly have a purpose. Our goal is to survive until we expire. Period. Joy is pleasurable and worrying is not. Balance in life is crucial; but if the scales must tip, may they tip on the side of joy. I’m just another human trying to survive. I blog because I can and because I enjoy it, not because it serves any purpose.

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