31/01/2026
Lately, I’ve been missing the old days.
The days when things were slower.
When nothing beeped at you every five minutes.
When silence wasn’t something you had to schedule.
I miss my old typewriter.
The weight of the keys.
The sound of thought becoming something real, without notifications interrupting the moment.
There was a kind of freedom back then that felt endless.
Unmeasured.
Unmonetised.
Unrushed.
Most days I honestly feel like I’m living in the wrong era, trying to move gently in a world that’s constantly demanding speed, output, and attention.
Maybe it’s nostalgia.
Maybe it’s intuition.
Or maybe it’s just a quiet remembering that life doesn’t have to be this loud to be meaningful.
Anyone else feel this way?