Monday, February 9, 2009

Our Generation?

Originally written on January 28, 2009

Yesterday at the Doctors office June grabbed a calendar off the counter and brought it home with us. It is one of those they give away for free because it is filled with advertisements. I hadn’t looked at it until now. It is pretty cool because it has photos from a certain location in Puerto Vallarta way back when and then current day photos. Some of the older photos go all the way back to 1923.

It is so strange growing older. It happens so fast and I’ve read that time doesn’t even really go in order.

When I was looking at the photos and I saw people on the streets in the past it became so apparent how illusive time is, as well as how every most generation feels the older generations were different than they are.

Now that I’ve hit the ripe old age of 38, a sort of in-between youth and being old. I know when I look at the people in the photos walking down the Malecon in 1923 or 1942 or 1960, they were the same as all of us.

Mexican or any nationality we are all thinking about our love, our families, our aspirations, and our dreams. We are/were faced with our daily challenges and the results of our mistakes. Forced to come to terms with growing up. Fighting the temptation to succumb to negativity.

One of my friends told me all he needs is someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for. And in a way that is true for all of us, at any age, and any time. What do you think?