While I am certainly not an old man, I do remember when phones were still attached to walls, and when they were dialed by rotary.

My grandparents went from the bold new innovation of electricity and radio on a rural farm in California—to watching astronauts landing on the moon on a television from a house in Tulare.

I remember when my parents gave my grandparents a VCR for Christmas. The clock would be blinking 12:00, 12:00, 12:00. I would wonder why my grandparents never set the clock to the actual time of day it was.

I understand why, now, at 42 years old.

The world keeps moving, and changing, any a rate that I hardly feel I can keep up with—and people are no different as well. We are walking contradictions in that sense. We stay the same—yet, we also do not. Slowly changing, yet rapidly aging.

I had a person give me the advice once, to be the best version of myself. I suppose, as a turn of phrase, it politely takes into account that we are "ever changing like the shifting continents"—and with each passing day, I do feel that I am growing older and older at an exponential rate. Time, perceptibly, seems to be moving faster—and I change quite slowly—perhaps imperceptibly to myself and everyone else around me, until I catch up with a person I have not seen in 15 or 20 years, or look into a mirror and notice grey hair in my beard and hair.

I know for certain that I am not the same man I was 20 years ago. I am all the better for that. I also feel that wading in the waters of the past has its short comings, when the future is as optimistic as we make it.

This is called YOUNGER DAYS. It is now available on Spotify and Apple Music and all the other streaming platforms you fancy. Find it here or by clicking the album cover image above: https://sng.to/mikevitale/younger-days

Do something nice today. Reach out to a friend and say hi and tell them that you love them.

Thanks for listening!

Mike