Have you ever felt haunted by the past? Not your own memories we're talking about. But by the world in its entirety, just by the stories of old; by blurred sunny pictures of 1970's California, or by giant monuments built by Russian leaders left to rot in snowy mountains of Serbia. Shadowing our current state of mediocrity with former glory that we cannot even comprehend. While we sift through the remains of dead trends with our search engines and we rehear their old vinyl records searching for whatever feeling they must have felt when disco first emerged, we are embracing these ghosts. Reliving them as if there is no more to look forward to in the distant future. No more dreams of space travel, no more dreams of flying cars. It's with great disappointment and confusion that i realize this truth, our progress as creatures of a great and magnificent earth is slowly coming to a halt.
To those who were there during the moon landing. How did it feel?
To have held your breath in the moment were man had triumphed over earth the first time?
Technology has achieved great things after those glorious moments, our race has prospered and became rich. We have everything now.
We only lack the thrill, of knowing as creatures who were sent by god to rule this earth: "We had no boundaries". Our race is enjoying the spoils of countless ages of war, poverty, riots, racism, so on and so on. But it's not greed that craves us to want what they had in the past, its not nostalgia even.
It's the feeling of discovery. When knowledge does not require hours of reading and research but a simple type and click; we skip the wondrous event of discovery. The thought process we endure to reach our individuality.
Our race. We consume; we are so used to receiving the good, we crave the bad. Just because the shadows of old were so glorious. We envy fighting the good fight, we envy the energy they had. We feed of the energy residue of wild bikers, hippies, first generation rappers, the whole works.
It's like sinking your feet on a broken wave, we still feel the ocean in our feet. But the peak of the wave is long gone.
