I'm not entirely sure what the author is getting at here, so I'll just share something of my own.
Back when I was a kid, I had this bizarre, nagging sensation—it actually haunted me. I was terrified that I would never die. Maybe it was because of some silly vampire book I read, or maybe... I was just convinced that everyone else (including my own family) would slowly fade away from this world while I remained the only fool left behind to live forever. Year after year, century after century.
Anyway, I grew out of it.
Now I know death is inevitable, but I never really experienced that typical existential dread about mortality that most kids seem to hit around age ten.
As for 1984? It’s pretty much the same as 1884—at least when it comes to human nature.
Douglas Hernandez3 said:Back in '84?
I was barely three years old back then...
I don't really have any memories of the eighties... probably because I was just a little kid living in my own little world, where my entire existence revolved around playtime...
Those were the days when happiness was simple—just pure, unadulterated joy, wandering around with my toys scattered everywhere...
I still remember those old Caboodles; honestly, I still go out and buy them today because they bring back such good vibes...
It feels like we’ve all collectively forgotten what it actually feels like to be a child... if I’m being honest, that’s the part I miss most...😢
It's like everyone suddenly decided to grow up overnight, tossing aside that inner sense of wonder just to prove they could be "adults"...
What a shame...😠
It wasn't that you were "on top of the world"—you were just being naive. Like all of us, really.
Worries didn't get in the way of your happiness because you weren't quite smart enough to worry yet.
Besides, I doubt you were bursting with joy either. Your entire life consisted of just "today," and you probably only thought about tomorrow if a birthday was coming up.