It’s Just a Ride

In 100 years, people will struggle to name famous people from 2024

In 200, there will only be a handful of names they can say

In 300, there won’t be “people” and all of today’s internet will fit on a SD micro-sized holographic crystal.

Today, right now, other people mostly don’t really think that much about you. Maybe a few at this moment. But they won’t even remember their thoughts a decade or so from now. Your great great great grandchildren won’t know about anything you did – unless they want to ask the internet, which they probably won’t, as more choices = more distraction. Yet someday, all of this will be reduced to a 5mm layer of sediment, a record of all our hopes and dreams, and whatever we became will look back at our era as we look at trilobite fossils on a cliff wall.

Live life on your own terms. Seize the day. It’s just a ride. We are barrelling through time. Do what you love. This may be your last chance.

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In the most connected era in human history, people are dying of loneliness.
Your Loneliness Is Literally Killing You
The answer, to me, lies in the fact that the journey is more important than the destination. Remove friction, make it quick and easy, and the destination is almost instantaneous. You no longer choose your own path through the forest, or find one with others, but follow the cookie cutter main highway, where if you slow down, to smell the roses, you get rear ended.
Human experience is like a caravan where you’re on a journey together. Or a roller coaster. “It’s just a ride.”
There’s a reason a book is usually better than the movie. Something given freely is not appreciated.
Young people are rediscoverting this with books, vinyl and cassetes.
The truth… lies in extended, shared dopamine reward cycles.

Andrew Humphries and Colin Bennun made the track above with a Bill Hicks sample.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Bonus tracks from Yello!