I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He was using a walker to get from the front door to his table in the restaurant. The younger woman with him was trying to help him but she seemed uninvolved. It appeared to be the chore of the moment. He just looked so sad and lonely even if he was not alone. It was as if the world he knew and was comfortable in didn’t exist and maybe never did. He made it to the table and appeared to vanish in the seat. Every one went on about their business as if he disappeared.
What exactly happens. One moment a child is born and the next moment a walker appears? You look around and everything is just moving too fast. This day and age it almost feels like we are so minute to minute connected with devises that everyone has a form of post traumatic stress syndrome. We are constantly bombarded with information, calls, texting, emails and probably things I haven’t even heard of yet.
He lived in a different time. A time where time was appreciated uninterrupted. A walk was just a walk. A stare was not disrupted by clicks, beeps, rings and horns, bells and whistles.
We are not robots. We need time and space to reflect and simply be. I wondered if reflective time is vanishing like he is. Don’t let it happen. Try to enter the silence at least for a small part of your day. Maybe just put on a great song and dance around the house.
The ageless experiment.
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