And the juxtaposition is this, what does an old Fogy know and understand about this world around us? Are we ever too old to grasp this reality, or perhaps it becomes easier to imagine our heads stuck deeply in the sand as the world spins by.
There’s so much happening right now that it defies not only description but, more importantly, belief.
Was life simpler when I was young? Did having fewer choices make things better? Was it really so hard to mind our own business? And where, exactly, has all the respect gone?
It’s easy for older generations to reminisce about the Good Old Days—a time that seemed safer, when we could walk wherever we pleased, play wherever we wanted, and simply live life on our own terms.
But much of that nostalgia is a relative myth. We walked because we had no car and public transport was scarce. We played because open spaces hadn’t yet been swallowed by malls, roads, and an ever-growing population. We lived the way we wanted to because our choices were fewer and life was less distracting.
Perhaps the past wasn’t as simple as we remember—just different.
But then again, what does this old fogy know?
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