I’ve been thinking about my recent blog post The Good Old Less Complicated Days and started wondering about my kids: will they look back upon the 2010s as the “Good Old Less Complicated Days?”
The premise of my post was this: our modern world has become so complicated that I sometimes wonder if life before gadgets and computers was actually better. At the very least, I wish we could visit the past every once in a while, but honestly, I’m too addicted to my technology. Grrrr. At least I admit it.
What prompted such nostalgia was a weekend of doing taxes, college admission documents, Obamacare health issues, and documents for my new job. It was all overwhelmingly complicated and I started to think if this is the kind of society we really wanted to create.
But what really got my noggin exploding was the possible thought that my kids, some thirty years in the future, might look back at the 2010s and wish for “The Good Old Less Complicated Days?”
Will they wish for the tax code of 2017? Will they long for the student loan and FAFSA processes of today? Will they wax fondling about Obamacare’s easy navigation compared to what President 2047 institutes? Will they harbor longings of love and fond feelings for the bureaucratic red tape of the Obama and Trump years?
Seriously. Computers and gadgets are supposed to make our lives easier, but I’m not sure it’s working out so well.
My solace is that my kids have actually experienced simple life at its finest. They all grew up for a good part of their childhood in Vietnam. This is the Vietnam before shopping malls and cell phones and Internet. My kids road bikes, played rubber band games with their neighbor friends, played Vietnamese hopscotch, and walked out into the evening street to eat snails with their classmates. They didn’t once post a snail picture for Instagram. The Vietnam they grew up in the 1990s and early 2000s was indeed analogous to my own childhood. Not that anything between the two were remotely alike, but they were simple. And my kids are better for it. I’m sure of it.
But one day I might have grand kids. Oh my, those poor people.
I’ll leave you with a couple photos of my kids in Vietnam. And yes, I get the irony of this post.