It’s summer break, and more time on-hand means more thinking. Often, perhaps while tanning in my backyard under noonday sun and cloudless sky, reading about the parts of a syllable/the evolution of weapons/etc., it is a cerebral invitation of come-one-come-all, for thoughts that I haven’t assimilated into my experience, yet. Here are the latest ones:
I don’t think it’s really great to be alive today. Rather, for clarity’s sake, I think it’s exceptional to be alive at any point during the time of humans. In saying this, it also goes without saying that I don’t mean to be heartwarming or hopeful, but just look at how far we’ve come! (re: humans living among humans, in respective nations, inventing things, some failure, some progress). Mainly, I think about one thing: when we wish to learn anything that happened in the past, we must do so by reading, or sometimes listening, or sometimes (if we’re lucky), we have dreams. The point is, everything we learn is perceived second hand, through another scope (post hearsay filter, hopefully).
I say that being alive to witness the passage of time is amazing because we see it firsthand, everything, anything, and all nuances in between. We have the ability to observe consecutive years of humanity over the course of one lifetime, to the point that no succeeding generation will understand it with the same experiential assimilation. Much like the way I can never truly understand how the bombing of Pearl Harbor temporarily changed my grandmother’s diet when she was a teenager, or how my parents went through early adolescence when racial segregation was still legal in America. Two events for which a thorough retrospect imparted at the dinner table hardly does justice.
Granted, it is easy to assume that there is more convenience, being a college student during the peak of the Technology Age, or a young, wickered gay male enjoying the liberally-evolved shenanigans of San Francisco’s Castro District. But the truth is, the human condition has remarkable adaptability, and humans, for the most part, make do with what they’ve got, without knowing about what they don’t; economic mishaps are chronologically ignorant, and no social interaction is immune to personal idiosyncrasies. Moreover, I am just thankful for the privileges I have to observe them!
As an adult, I feel a responsibility to take up everything I can that is happening right now, on Earth, during the time I am alive. If we have the means to be aware, then for whom is it to not be so? In praise of the march of time, our witnessing consciousness, and my anthropological curiosity, this is the first installment of a series of rigidly time-specific breakthroughs within humanity, for which I am grateful to have been a witness.