"I am guilty of all the smartphone sins—in essence, staring at the phone when you should be staring at life… Am I deceiving myself? Because if you are taking a picture of your children, which is to say if you are holding a camera (in the form of a phone) and snapping a picture, then are you, in that moment, looking at them? Or are you anticipating a moment in the future—it is sometimes ten seconds in the future but it could well be ten years—when you will be looking at this very moment?"
Baseball is an escape from life. It’s a place where you go to shrug off anything unpleasant, grating, worrying. You sit there with tens of thousands of others and listen to the same things: the cheers, the roar, the swish and crack. It is a familiar routine.
This is a reminder that we are incredibly lucky to have that routine, that calmness. You go to the game, you see things happen, and you go home. You live through the wonderful and the terrible, the thrilling and the tedious, both in that stadium and outside. You escape from something, and then you return.
The Future Has an Ancient Heart | Dear Sugar →
[…] It’s really condescending to tell you how young you are. It’s even inaccurate. Some of you who are graduating from college are not young. Some of you are older than me. But to those of you new college graduates who are indeed young, the old new college graduates will back me up on this: you are so god damned young. Which means about eight of the ten things you have decided about yourself will over time prove to be false. The other two things will prove to be so true that you’ll look back in twenty years and howl. […]
This is so true. I am not even that old (contrary to popular belief) but at 29 I am still learning so many things about who I am and what I want. You are so god damned young even though right now you probably feel so god damned old.