It’s interesting what can inspire us sometimes. I’ve thought at times that anyone who had their youth before the year 2000 has lived in an era that will never exist again: one of first being fully present in life through living, then having one foot in nostalgia found on the Internet.
It’s like two worlds that met for a very short time: an immersive state of growing up completely in the tangible world and then growing older revisiting your youth online.
Previous generations grew older with only what they remembered themselves…not through what popped up on a screen to suddenly take them back.
The once-in-a-lifetime generations experienced youth in fullness of heart, not knowing that scenes from their younger days would be constantly accessible–but with the good fortune of somehow encountering them later, if only through a glass screen. Because they never expected this new, much more frequent computer-induced nostalgia, it’s bound to feel more “real.”
And that’s much different from knowing all through life that everything will be available a click away: a phenomenon that, rather than making your own past new again, makes everything too predictable. Too mundane.
Neither way is necessarily better. There can be something soothing and comfortable about knowing that your youth will always be at your fingertips; but those generations that never expected to revisit a past that they once forgot truly have had a once-in-a-millennium experience.
It’s hard somehow to feel like all that really explains what it means to be from those unique generations. It’s better said in a poem.
And So…the Poem After the Inspiration
“Children of the Last (Through a Glass Screen)”
Children of the Last,
before this web was born,
when your attention stayed more here
and wasn’t quite so torn.
You played until the sun fell,
outside you felt so strong,
and inside, through the other days,
you listened to your songs.
Those songs would never tell you
of what would later come:
a world where you could simply click
and see your childhood fun.
You had no expectations,
enjoyed life and the times,
not thinking someday, you would find
your childhood all “online.”
You are the first—and too the last—
who never knew they’d see
their younger days come back for them…
through only a glass screen.
From the ebook Poetry Collection available for free on Booksie. New poems are added regularly.