Do you remember life before the internet?
My parents were young and don’t have much to their name, yet faced a world of struggles headstrong. In 1990, they escaped Vietnam in search to be in a better place, and I was born in a Filipino refugee camp. I don’t remember what it was like, but every Vietnamese aunt and uncle who were at that camp knew me. Being one of two babies born in that refugee group, I was somewhat a baby celebrity. Everyone in the refugee community have helped raised me.
My parents were often out and busy making a living, so I had a lot of time to myself. I entertained myself with lots of imaginary friends along with solo hobbies, namely writing and reading. I listened to CDs and watched DVDs.
They also took the time to play with me as well. We were close with the refugee community and often went to live music and weekend trips to the beach together. On weekends, we attended the meditation group. I never appreciated the value in this, though, now looking back this is a short period of solace. I sat with them, but I was in my own world, free from the deeper worries.
Having grown up with a life where internet was not accessible, I recognize the value of moderation. Everything is a lot more accessible now and thus, the importance of focus in the world of over stimulation. Sometimes, it takes a second to realize that I’m stuck in a flow. It helps to remember how to get unstuck is by going back to the basics – what I did when I was little. Motivation, sense of purpose, and being inspired by so many things. Time and space to pursue interests like reading, music, travel, garden, language learning, arts and crafts.
Do I remember remember what life was like before the internet? I’d say yes, and I appreciate having seen both worlds and what each world can do for me. In this, I am grateful.
