Nostalgia. That word aims to impress, as if every bit of our past is glorious. Funny, one person’s account of the way it was, seems fairly different from another person’s account. And those days, really were College Daze.
Technology is changing our perception, what was won’t be and what is, isn’t ours to reminisce over. Without such strong convictions, our traditions will seem less important. The past will be less impressive and old authority less oppressive.
The games we play are changing us, free of religion and politics, we ‘re allowed the joy of winning a trillion jewels as we embark onto the next level. There seems an infinite amount of possibilities and we’re neither bored nor frustrated by this; which is strange. Stranger still, is the fact that we practice at these games without being made to or told that we must.
We become deeply engaged in an activity that requires time, concentration and we pay to play. Sure the payment isn’t monetary, so we’re less worried. But to think, so many finger swipes and so much data, from IP addresses to our likes and dislikes. Data gathered stored and analyzed, while we play Jewel Hunt!
That’s powerful stuff.
And one day, that stuff will tell our story. The games we played, what we liked and disliked and who were our friends. All of this information will be preserved and live-streamed to us, on a platform called “Our Memories”. Telling us what we struggled to forget, our stories manipulated into ready fill order: “iNostalgic”.
We are a changing society, today’s mores and values have replaced our ancestor’s principled beliefs. So curated arts, culture, and education that was once spoon fed will be outdated. It’ll be replaced by new inventions, new research and opened to new interpretation. Long ago vetted information will now be less useful, but technology can’t protect us from ourselves.
Ironically, to enjoy the good, like the orange glow of an Autumn afternoon, we might have to admit the human mind’s ability to filter our memories is positive. There’s pleasantry associated with remembering the regal day, without the total recall of the argument that preceded the moment, that left him alone, seated in a picture window depicted in a print by Norman Rockwell. Mercifully, emotions like pain aren’t remembered verbatim.
The Digital Age will have no boundaries, and our memories will be streamed to us intact. Yours will look eerily similar to mine and mine to his. Hopefully it’ll be worthwhile, like watching a replay of your favorite sport. By watching it, perhaps we’ll discern what we did right, what we did wrong and what we could do better. And then like the games we play, we can practice to get rewards and maybe even reach the next level.