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5 months ago
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I had this thought quite recently. It kept returning now and then, but it seems that only now I managed to put it into some more fitting words.
It is kind of a Deja vu.
Imagine you live in a remote town, hours away from any major city. It is small, quaint, but has a strong, bustling community.
You are young, surrounded by friends you grew up with. By your family, blood or not. Life is good. Busy, sometimes noisy, yet good.
But the good things are fleeting.
People move. New lives, new business, new families, new circles. Scattered like straw in the wind. Yet you stay where life was comfortable once. You witness the town become deserted, you see it wither and die. Only you are left, together with some lethargic, old denizens. Nothing but a rare postcard or a letter comes from those you once spent every moment with. No one really visits anymore. It is truly a noteworthy event when someone does.
There comes the day when you live in a ghost town. And a fork in the road.
You either move on yourself when the silence becomes unbearable, go to another town, begin the cycle anew.
Or you learn to be in harmony with the silence.
Anyone ever felt like that? My online experiences have been following this metaphor for a long, long time.
Maybe it's time to look for another town. Or maybe it's time to stop. Hard to tell.
Be safe on your journeys.
It is kind of a Deja vu.
Imagine you live in a remote town, hours away from any major city. It is small, quaint, but has a strong, bustling community.
You are young, surrounded by friends you grew up with. By your family, blood or not. Life is good. Busy, sometimes noisy, yet good.
But the good things are fleeting.
People move. New lives, new business, new families, new circles. Scattered like straw in the wind. Yet you stay where life was comfortable once. You witness the town become deserted, you see it wither and die. Only you are left, together with some lethargic, old denizens. Nothing but a rare postcard or a letter comes from those you once spent every moment with. No one really visits anymore. It is truly a noteworthy event when someone does.
There comes the day when you live in a ghost town. And a fork in the road.
You either move on yourself when the silence becomes unbearable, go to another town, begin the cycle anew.
Or you learn to be in harmony with the silence.
Anyone ever felt like that? My online experiences have been following this metaphor for a long, long time.
Maybe it's time to look for another town. Or maybe it's time to stop. Hard to tell.
Be safe on your journeys.
suveqn
~suveqn
Have felt like that, a lot, seen it happen repeatedly, it is inevitable in the end and expected to come sooner or later, finding a new place to replace the old is not easy either
kokamugithu
~kokamugithu
it probably meant that your town needed advertisement? whether it has a prospect to grow. young people with remote work would like to live in a quiet town. they probably dont know.
Qahnareen
~qahnareen
I wish I could get used to the coldness of life in a crumbling reality. But in reality, that's impossible.
