There are different places where I wish I could have left a time capsule or something behind.
I wish there was a way to let people open this up, like a box from the past or a message from the people who used to be here.
I left scratches and carvings of my initials in trees and park benches.
But who knows if they still stand or exist?
I want to do something like this and one day, I want to find a way to leave a time capsule. Hopefully, someone will open this box and see how we lived or how we thought.
I want to be remembered for something other than my simple existence. I want someone to open this box, and they will know that life took place before the I-Phone.
We did the best we could.
We went crazy.
We went wild.
We made mistakes.
We lived and loved, and we hated and fought, and we cried and bled.
We ate and we drank.
We danced a little.
We sang some and we hugged some.
We thought we knew the answers, only to find out that we really had no clue.
No one really knows what happens in the future.
I suppose I would leave things like a rotary phone which came long before the pushbutton phones. For a laugh, perhaps I would put in a pager or beeper which is another piece of old technology that died a long time ago
What else would I put in this box?
A radio? A Walkman?
How about a cassette tape? I could put in a record player and a vinyl album or an 8-track cassette tape, which is more than just long gone.
These things are obsolete and antiquated.
Gone. Dead and buried.
What would I place here to show more than the surface level of how things were?
What could I put in this time capsule to share something deeper that the differences in our technology?
How can I explain that while times are different and so are the fashions, the music, politics, and even the math they teach in school is different; certain things remain the same, what can I share that will show that people were still people.
We lived and we died.
We all had governments that lied or threatened or blamed the other side.
Some things will never change.
Take the way we feel about each other.
Take romance.
Maybe the future comes with new ways to confess our love or show how we care, but our core is still our core. Love is still love and hope can either be hopeful or hopeless, depending upon the moments.
I saw a young man give his girlfriend a dozen roses last Friday. This was before the two met each other to get on the evening train home.
I saw the look on her face, and the twinkle in her eyes.
I saw them give each other a quick kiss on the lips, and I thought to myself, “Good job, son.”
Romance is not dead.
And neither are we.
We are entering the truth of summer. And I am thinking about my time, which is behind me. At the same time, I am thinking about the time ahead of me. I am thinking about what needs to be done to keep my future from being anything like my past.
I want people to know what life was like before now.
I want people to know that there will always be a struggle and that love comes under fire.
Just know there are times when life and love seem irreparable.
At the same time, I want people to know that mistakes have been around since the beginning of time. The only difference is we didn’t have the internet and there were no pictures or video evidence of every fuck up.
I think life appears differently to me because I have aged more than I bargained for.
Maybe I see life from a more experienced or brand new perspective.
I think the need for texts and emails should be less and the use of human interaction should be more.
But maybe I am the only one who thinks this way.
I miss talking.
And no one talks anymore.
If anything, I wish I could find a way to put something in my special time capsule and show that people talked and interacted. I want people to know that there used to be dignity in this thing we call a handshake.
Promises have been broken since the dawn of time.
I get that.
It just seems that people have an easier time breaking promises now.
And that sucks.
I want to leave something behind that will say “STOP!”
Enjoy yourself.
Make memories.
Eat the rice.
Try new things.
Make sure you dance with the person who puts the beat in your heart.
Kiss the person you love and never leave anything unsaid or up to interpretation.
Stop overthinking.
You will regret it and then you will overthink your regret and live to regret this more.
You are going to see beautiful things.
You will live to see amazing things.
And you will be so tied up and involved with unimportant bullshit that you are going to miss chances and opportunities.
Then, you will wake up one morning and think about the things you missed.
You are going to have regrets.
You are going to fight with the person you love the most.
You are going to do or say something and lose a friend because of this.
Life is going to happen to you, no matter how much our technology improves.
If you can, find someplace special and make this place yours.
Do not share this with everyone.
But be sure to share this with the most important person in your life.
Don’t fake anything. Don’t fake your smile.
Don’t fake your happiness to impress someone else.
Never fake your love and with all of my heart, do NOT fake orgasms or act more so you can please more. Just be you and remember, if you have to fake things or lie about them, then something isn’t right.
There is nothing better than the right fit or being in the right place with the right people.
(Even if it’s the wrong time.)
There is nothing more cosmic, or moving, and there is nothing better than finding exactly where you fit.
Find the place where you can say “ah,” and feel at ease.
And last, there is nothing as mind blowing and fulfilling than knowing who you are, who you love, and who you want and joining the three together.
People run away from this.
Did you know that?
People run away from what they want.
Of course, there is a pathology or science to this.
Trust me. I found out late in life.
By the way, we used to play hide and seek when we were kids.
But there was always that one kid who was too hard to find.
After a while, people in the game gave up their search and no one wanted to play with that person anymore.
Eventually, if you hide too much or too well, the people you want to find you will stop looking. And like that kid playing hide and seek, you’ll come out by yourself, and all alone, and wonder why no one cared to look a little but longer.
How do I put this in a time capsule so that someone in the future will find some kind of benefit?
You are going to lose things,
but life is not lost and neither is hope . . .
. . .and even if hope is lost, I say FUCK IT!
There are worse things I have kept alive.
Even if all I have is hope —
It’s better than having nothing.
Remember me
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