In a world moving so fast, how can we slow down?
How can we relish a moment?
We indulge ourselves in over-stimulation.
We can no longer appreciate what is worth the wait.
We want it now.
Patience is a virtue almost forgotten.
We’re moving so fast,
We haven’t stopped to notice what’s being left behind.
Give and take.
Take and give.
Recognize your excess.
Realize what’s lacking.
Stop. Slow down. Turn around.
It’s all speculation.
We don’t know what we’re doing.
We know too much
And not enough.
Or at least try.
A small step forward is still progress.
But progress isn’t always promise.
Rich man cryin’ ‘cause his money is time / Poor man smilin’ ‘cause he knows he ain’t blindSam Roberts Band, “Brother Down”
n. the frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist—the same sunset, the same waterfall, the same curve of a hip, the same closeup of an eye—which can turn a unique subject into something hollow and pulpy and cheap, like a mass-produced piece of furniture you happen to have assembled yourself.
“We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia.”
It’s an Eddie Vedder kind of day.