My thoughts return often to our daily lives being altered by technology. It is becoming increasingly pervasive; each day there seems to be mention of something new.

I compare the world of my parents or even mine as a child with that of today; the revolutionary advancements are without precedent.
How we lived a thousand years ago undoubtedly differed from our lives a few hundred years ago, but not as markedly so. We are adapting to change at an unfathomable rate-whether for better or for worse.

I am particularly concerned about the younger generations. Will they forgo the ways of old entirely? Will they shun books and the appreciation of paper? Will letter writing, which has already declined considerably, become obsolete? Will learning to fold a newspaper just so be a quaint notion of the past?

Perhaps my concern for the youth is shielding a greater fear of my own.

Will I no longer engage in activities that I’ve always held so dear? Is change and the adjustment to technology simply inevitable?

Can one still find merit in writing with a quill pen?