My foot was already in the shoe when my phone went off. So I missed the call. And I was filled with guilt.
Not so long ago I was free. I wasn’t tethered to my cellphone; back then “free” really meant free. And the word wasn’t just used as a reply when asked about your weekend plans or the elated outcry after divorce proceedings.
We thought everyone was entitled to freedom, and we blindly fought wars to that end. But the world has changed; mostly our roles in it.
And having become a society of the “entitled”, we’ve also blindly given things up. For me it’s been my freedom to dine out, to dance, to socialize without interruption. Technology it seems prospers when the least amount of resistance is applied. It doesn’t matter whether you get it, you’re getting it or you’re one of the one’s who already had it; it’s gone.
Because here’s the thing, technology is getting smarter and we’re getting older. And technology doesn’t age. Welcome to the Age of Technology.
Our grandparents wouldn’t have liked it in this world so much. They didn’t like Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World either, too strange. But that’s what the generation gap is all about; it’s only strange because it’s new. Meanwhile the gap is widening, because the technology is getting smarter.
Recently, I spoke with Don Fitts of AARP TEK, Life @50+ and he talked about hands on tech learning, where the youth will teach grandparents how to use day to day gadgets, like tablets. How it will bring two generations together, and I thought brilliant!
Luckily our children, the offspring of our entitlement, have greatly benefitted from not being intimidated by technology. In fact, they’re laid back, which allows the student to now become the perfect teacher.
For me, there’s something nostalgic about our youth working with older citizens; like a Norman Rockwell magazine cover. A universal moment in a commonplace situation; a snapshot that shows the connectivity between us all.
Truth is a Smartphone doesn’t by osmosis make any of us, anymore smart. I can’t fix an iPad or the camera on my daughter’s Android phone.
Which brings me to that missed phone call, as quiet as it’s kept; I’m happy I missed my daughter’s call. For in that brief moment of time, I was free and I didn’t feel inadequate.