The feel of turning a warm well read
page. The quiet sound of your finger running across the words,
remembering and memorizing. The crisp and crackle of a freshly turned
page, your excitement growing as the story unfolds.
Books. Good old fashioned books. The
kind you can hold and feel and dog ear a page when yet another book
mark goes missing. Not an e-book. The kind that strains your eye
sight and makes you lose your place as you scroll down the screen.
Call me an old timer but I still put
all my faith in a real book. I want to curl up under the covers on a
cool night and cradle my over read slightly worn out copy of Sidney
Sheldon's Bloodline.
But unfortunately the time of the book is fast
coming to an end. Technology has reared its futuristic head and torn
away yet another memory of a simple childhood.
I, of course, have benefited greatly
from technology. If not for its capabilities, I would be writing
these words (depending on how far back we go) with a pen and paper.
My words would not be read by people from the far corners of the
globe. And you, dear reader, would have to suffer my many spelling
errors if not for the glorious invention of the spell-checker. So
what exactly am I complaining about?
Communication.
The simple straight forward act of
having a conversation with another human being.
Interaction.
A tennis game of words punctuated by a
physical gesture of a tap on the shoulder, a hand shake or even a
high five.
The next time you go to a restaurant or
attend a wedding reception, take a look around you. Young and old
alike are on their phones. Texting. Instagramming. Tweeting. Mind
you, its absolutely fantastic to be able to connect with anyone in
any part of the world in an instant. Sharing a photograph or a video
with a tap of a finger.
But what about sharing that moment with
the person next to you? Have we turned into robots? Its become so
much easier to communicate our feelings with emoticons. Has a real
hug and a smile lost its value? Should we expect brain chips, space
homes and lab designed relationships to make its presence very soon?
Having a cup of tea at our local all
night coffee shop with my best friend used to be a weekly routine. We
would catch up on the weeks events, have a good laugh, make plans for
the weekend. Really just talk to each other, face to face. Even
though now, due to time management and other responsibilities, our
regular routine has dwindled to more of a monthly affair, But our
quality time together has lost its value. Why? Because more time is
spent checking emails, browsing Facebook or uploading a badly taken
photograph of the dish we were just served then actually indulging in
a conversation with the person sitting across the table. And its even
more frustrating when its not you doing these things. Here I am
bursting to share my weekly updates but instead I am being given more
attention by the grain carrying ants running across the table. So how
did I solve this problem?
For the longest time I stayed off the
smart phone wagon. Then I fell into the hype and invested in my first
iPhone. Insisting that I didn't need to be constantly connected, I
refused the thrill of a data plan. 3 years later with my resolve
failing miserably, I succumbed. A classic case of “If you can't
beat 'em, join 'em!” The upside of this was that I had the world
at my fingertips. The downside, even with every effort to remain
anonymous, every faucet of my life had been unleashed for the world
to see. Even more so, the looming threat of turning into a lonely
person preferring the company of machines was fast approaching.
The list of advancements technology has
given us is endless and mind blowing. Trying to remain bias on the
subject and its speedy progress is not an easy task. As much as I
would like to stand rooted to my old fashioned beliefs, being pushed
by this out of control tidal wave seems inevitable.
All I am asking for is to not forget
who we are and where we came from. Hold on to your humanity and
remember what its like to be human because I think its a pretty cool
thing to be..
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