Nostalgia Is Wrong
Watching The Stranger Things. Pondering About Life
I have been lazy. I have been weak.
During the weekend I have binge-watched The Stranger Things on Netflix. I didn’t want to. I didn’t thin it would have been the case. I was wrong.
I ended up spending the whole day on Saturday in front of the telly. I just couldn’t stop watching. Finding the time to write and cook some lunch has been hard.
Boy, that tv show is addictive.
For the few of you that haven’t been sucked into watching it. The Stranger Things is the new Netflix sensation. An incredibly well done 8 episode show. A blatant tribute to the 80s, Steven Spielberg movies and the Stephen King world.
I was born in the 80s. I loved it. It was like being a kid again. All the movies I loved growing up came alive again. E.T., Stand by me, The goonies, Poltergeist, It.
Useless to say I’ve loved it. I can’t wait for season 2.
Nostalgia For What?
The key for the success of this show is the nostalgia. We miss those iconic, simple movies. We miss the 80s and 90s tv shows and music.
Sure, the show is very well made. The story is well written. The characters are all solid and relatable. There’s a lot of suspense everywhere. But the retro style is what wins the public here.
We are a nostalgic bunch.
We are nostalgic in every aspect of our life. We tend to think things used to be better. That the world is getting crazier and crazier. A worst place to be.
Society used to be so much better. Movies used to be so much better. Music used to be so much better.
Really? Are you sure?
I’d rather type this post on my laptop than using a typewriter. I rather post it for free online than hoping some newspaper will be kind enough to distribute my writing.
I still cringe at some music people used to listen 10 or 15 years ago. Some movies are classics, but I am terrified that watching them today I would be highly disappointed.
I love the fact that I can be in touch with anybody who has an Internet connection. I love the fact that I can FaceTime my parents in Italy every time I want. I love the fact that I have friends scattered all around the world and I have no trouble keeping in touch with them.
I Am So Happy Where I Am
Things were simpler. Sure. But I am not sure that is a pro.
Simpler just means there was less choice. Fewer possibilities. Less diversity. There wasn’t much stuff going on, so people had to adapt and enjoy.
I am glad I live in this era. I consider myself lucky I have access to the modern day commodities.
To me, the obvious game-changer is the Internet. I wouldn’t be the person I am without it. I owe it my career, my dreams, my aspirations.
Being connected gave me a window on a world that was far far away. Made my ambitions grow up bigger than my village in Italy. It has given me a chance to dream. I have given me a chance to go for my dreams. At the same time, it gives me a chance to be connected with my roots. With my family. With my friends back in Italy.
Internet and technology didn’t ruin society. They have changed it. They’ve made the barrier to access stupidly low. They created a lot of competition.
People complain about this. I love this.
Succeed in what you want to do is harder. There are millions of people around the world competing for the same dreams, for the same jobs. This pumps me up. I am up for the challenge.
I see this as a blessing. It’s hard to hear if you don’t have my mentality, but more competition means higher standards. Higher quality requested. You need to out skill your competitors to survive. I love this daily battle.
I strive for becoming better. Every single day.
Don’t Use It As An Excuse
We live in an awesome era. Everything can be possible. It’s on you. On how badly you want it.
Instead of enjoying this we prefer to take the easier route. Complain about the present. Worry about the future. Look back at the past. Dwell on it.
I can’t. It’s not in my nature.
I prefer to look at the situation. Define the positives. Leverage everything I can to improve and get one step closer to my goals.
Being nostalgic is a waste of time. The past is past. Knowing it is fundamental. Getting it back is impossible.
This is day #16 of my daily blogging challenge. Yesterday’s post was: