Who wants to change?
21st century. Technology. Power. Speed. Memes. Cryptocurrency, podcasts, artificial intelligence, augmented reality, virtual reality, non-fungible tokens, Tesla, electric cars, SpaceX, vaccines, quantum computing…the list goes on and on.
We’ve traveled an incredible path of success and sacrifice. 80 years ago none of it would make any sense. Try explaining cryptocurrency to your grandmother and you’ll get the idea. Try explaining it to yourself. Chances are you won’t fare much better.
Things change, but never as they do now. Now. Now. Every refresh announces a new groundbreaking discovery forgotten the moment we scroll past. By the time you finish this essay, the world will have changed. You can bet your money on that.
There’s been less change between the time of the ancient Egypt and the industrial revolution than in the last half century. Our ancestors laboured at the same plough for millennia or two, and yet I’m on my 4th iPhone in 6 years.
Change is the currency of the 21st century, and it will only increase in pace. It’s here to stay. There’s no turning the clock, nor should we. Times change, that’s what they do.
It’s the business of those alive to change with them.
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It's incredible how much avoid change in a world where change is the only constant.
Stay slow,
Marin
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