Reality

By Andrew R. Duckworth

I know it won’t make sense to many youngsters today, but there was a time when the world was real. People looked at other people as they passed them by and issued a nice, “how are you?” The light wasn’t so artificial back then, or so oppressive and unnatural. Lights glowed orange, not purple or white beyond white. A thing we held in our hands didn’t give us every answer to every problem. In fact, part of the fun was actually going out and finding the answers ourselves. That was part of the journey, back when journeys were valuable and necessary. There was adventure back then, and, if there wasn’t, you could make your own adventure.

Nowadays, people are too stuck in their phones, that give them every answer to every problem, to gaze at a passerby and offer them a kind greeting. I can’t tell you the last time I saw an orange glowing light. Journeys are hard to come by. We would rather stay at home and do nothing. And adventure is all but lost.

In short, I miss reality—the realness of those old days where there was value in the journey and the adventure.