Living In Another Era.
This morning as I was pondering life, I thought, I wish I was living in a different era and not in this one. Then as I thought, I wondered which era I would choose. I’ve been watching Downton Abbey, and how lovely are the clothes that the women wore. Life was good if you were rich back then, but even then, life was still uncertain and difficult. They who lived then still got sick and the all of them died. Life was very, very hard for the poor at that time.
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t think back before the Victorian era. I mentioned it to my Husband Paul, I told him, “I wished I was alive in a different era and not now in this one.” He always has wise words of wisdom, he said, “Today is the best day to be alive, medication and treatment is the best, we have today the best care, knowledge is at its peak, communication is off the scale……” I suppose he was right.
Tonight, at work, I was talking with a co-worker who told me what her Son said to her, in an argument, “I didn’t ask to be born!” And that just about sums it all up. We didn’t ask to be born, and we can’t choose the era we were born into. I wondered if any Victorians thought of 2020 and wished they could have been born then, in the future and not the time they were living their hard life? If some Victorians thought, life will all be sorted then, there will be world peace, wealth and equality for all.
But, in reality there is nothing new under the sun, what happened back then in Victorian times, happens now. There is still a divide, there is still rich and poor, crooks and honest people, wise people and fools. There will always be love and hate. Sigh. There will always be the underdog, the scapegoat, the powerful one. Some still take bribes. People still argue over politics and religion. There is still secrets and mysteries.
“Why can’t we all just get along?”