This trip is different - I've been spending more time thinking about getting older. I feel a stronger connection to the family members we visit; even my close family members are getting visibly older. For the first time, I identify with them. I think, "They were like me not that long ago. Sooner than I think, that's going to be me, visited by a younger generation of kids that I simply cannot understand… nor will they understand me." On earlier trips, I was too bored and too uncomfortable to really attempt to make a connection during our visits. This time, I'm really listening, I'm looking at these people in the eyes, I'm asking questions.
I think about how in the year 2050, I'll be 63 years old. If I'm still alive. I wonder if I'll think back on this moment, perhaps on this blog post. I wonder if I'll miss my youth.
I hope not. I'm about to eat a delicious breakfast and this whole line of thought is doing wonders for my appetite. I want to make this breakfast one I'll remember in 2050. Thinking about the present from a future perspective is weird.
I wonder if we're the last generation who will live with poverty, with disease, with death. I think my kids' generation (if I have any) is going to have access to technology that will at least double the average life-span. I'm kind of jealous.
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