New Year… Same old


The song goes:

And there’s a hand my trusty friend !
And give us a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.

Sure it’s tough to understand let alone say the title right. It’s from a Scottish poem. Try understanding a Scot!

It’s a lot like life though and how we think and act. No one really knows the true title of the song when you ask (Auld Lang Syne). And no one knows much of the lyric although they could hum the chorus. And to me it’s an analogy to how most of the world lives their life, never really knowing the title or the lyric, but humming alone acting as if they did. Guess that’s why we are where we are these days. Authenticity is tough to come by.

As for what I miss in life… the simpler things. How about when no one had a cell phone. You might have had an answering machine back then. And if you did, you checked it once a day when you got home. And if there was a message you could call the person back that night or the next day. Try not returning a call today. You’ll be put on a do not call list. For a hundred years people have complained about the past and how times were simpler. I’m guilty, they were. I remember as a kid everyone predicted that the future was about less work, more leisure, and technology that would do it all for us. Funny, we work 80 hours a week now, can’t find a moment for ourselves, can’t live without being attached to the web so we can feel like we are connected to the world through Facebook, and can’t spend a moment ot be with ourselves so make continuous cell phone calls to anyone that iwll answer, just so we can feel okay. Some people dream of a vaction. I dream of going into the past and simply spending a week relaxing. Can’t do that these days, vacation or not.


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