Today was a beautiful day – although it didn’t go as planned. Mother Nature delivered a ton of snow, as I shovelled for the second time this morning, I realized I wouldn’t be leaving the house much today. I went out for a beautiful and exhilarating run in the snow, and then I took a look at my most recent set of to-dos. Believe it or not, polishing the silver tea set from my Grandmother was at the top of my list.
As I sat and polished, I got to thinking how funny it was that, while surrounded by technology (I sent a few text messages while polishing and was watching a favorite program on television), here I sat polishing age-old pieces of my family’s history… And how much fun I was having doing just that. Slowly, a thought I have experienced time and time again rolled back around into my brain: I have an old soul.
I often find myself (consciously or otherwise) rejecting the modern ideas of today’s world. I would rather watch a timeless Audrey Hepburn movie than sit through today’s latest box office hit. I love listening to music from The Temptations, The Beatles, and so on. I enjoy reading old books because of how the paper feels and how they smell. And I still believe in the importance of hard work, honesty, and personal integrity: three beliefs which often also seem somewhat outdated.
I am drawn to a simpler time. When people took time to get to know their neighbors. When a work day meant 9 to 5. When family time meant more than tv dinners once a week. And when who we were was measured by who we touched and who we helped in our lives, not by how big our bank accounts were or how much stuff we had. I was very fortunate to grow up in a family that taught me these values and traditions, and I still carry them with me wherever I go. But I find that sometimes, my ‘old soul’ gets me in trouble. I resist the idea that overtime becomes normal time. I dislike the concept of materialism as a measure of who we are. And I wish that more people understood the values of a handshake, a kindly wave, or even a simple smile to the perfect stranger as you pass on the street.
This is not to say I am averse to evolution. I use my Blackberry as much as the next person. I have a Kindle reader that I use everyday on the train. And I sit here, typing a blog, to be posted on the Internet. Without evolution, we would not move forward, and I have a very strong appreciation for progress. But I wish that, as we moved forward, our humanity and the fundamental core of who we are didn’t have to move back (in my opinion) as a result.
I think I will always enjoy a good cup of tea, an old book, an honest exchange of a handshake, and polishing silver.
Me, and my old soul.