This is really strange how I feel now with the changing times. When I did bounce off this effect of changing times on me with my son, he seemed almost unconcerned with the changing times. Nothing has seemed to have changed for him. He has done what he had to – to find a good college, finishing his high school well, and, life seems to be settling down. He does not see any change from last year to this year or for that matter any year since starting high school.
His times are his times and my times are my times. I don’t see the time now to be same as my time even when I look at as though I am a teenager. I feel that times have changed even as a teenager for me.
Well, I relate to actors and actresses of my times in a much better fashion than to the actors from Twilight. While I enjoy brain teaser games of my times, I think it is mindless and waste of time to play Angry birds. The whole world looks distorted to me. I see everyone around me wasting their precious times playing mindless games and doing mindless work.
But some how my feeling did not feel right to me. After some soul-searching, I almost went into a trance when I realized I had the same thinking except the activities I engaged myself in were different. I did not care anything except to get the highest score possible in the Pacman game. I was mindlessly shooting at starships in a star war game; racing down a track with much demented graphics compared to ones I can see that my son enjoys in HD now.
I could play in my mind the scenes from my childhood days. I see my father toiling his push bike to a 20 km ride to work while the reality of NOW strikes me as odd where I enjoy telecommuting from home connecting to my colleagues at office and to my connections on Linkedin worldwide.
Is it my time, or their time or your time that I should see the changing times? Whose time is this anyway? When I went with my son to one of those Saturday Morning classes at Fermilab, I could not even imagine that time stood still for scientists working in the range of nano seconds while for me having many years still ahead of me, the time seems to fly and change at a pace faster than I can say OMG. This is really a weirdest feeling that I ever had in these modern times.
Yes, this is the time we are in, that you are in, and even my kids are growing up in. However, I believe my time was much more peaceful and joyful than what your world is subjecting my kids to.
Yes my times were better than your times. But then, who am I to judge when time is relative and does not exist except to say it existed for you when you stepped into this world and you never knew about whether it existed before that except to read about it in history books.