I wish I was born earlier!
Sometimes I catch myself wishing I had been born earlier. Not because the past was perfect, every era had its wars, its injustices, its struggles—but because earlier generations seemed to possess something we are quietly losing: time. Not just time in the sense of hours in a day, but time in the way the world moved, in the way life unfolded at a human pace. Bad news used to travel slowly, and mainly in a newspaper. A crisis might unfold somewhere far away, but it would take days or weeks before the details reached ordinary people. By the time the fear arrived, half the story had already resolved itself. That distance created a kind of psychological buffer. The world was still heavy, still complicated, but it did not press against your mind every waking moment. Today, there is no buffer. Wars update in real time. Missiles launch and within seconds the videos are on your phone. A flood happens across the city and you watch it swallow streets while you sit at your desk. A crisis unf...