Liberation

 I belong to a generation that worked briefly with wardrobe size computers that had no screens and could only be programmed with punch cards.

Yet, the old world I grew up in was bigger, wonderful and mysterious. Every place, every individual was a mystery, life was a mystery. It meant we had to dare, go out and discover the world physically. It meant not a morning passed without gleam and wonder.     

Then came the fast food, the Internet, the global village, the social media and the world lost it all.

I cannot stand banality of social media. Once upon a time I was there, guilty as charged. Quitting turned out to be liberation. I was free again.