Sometimes it grieves me to think how rarity have dissolved from the world. This sounds very oxymoronic, considering the whole point of something being rare is that you can't find it anywhere. But that is not exactly what I am saying. Everything has become so mass produced and publicized. Globalization has brought knowledge to everyone - but in doing so, some of that knowledge has lost its value. Nothing is secret anymore. Nothing is sacred.
Two hundred years ago, if I wanted to write down my thought, I probably would have done so in my journal - not on a website. Although I do keep a journal of sorts, that has lost much of its value. No one will find my journal after I am dead and wonder "who was this Megan girl?" At least, they may not wonder for long, because one click on google could probably pull up everything minute detail of my life that was ever mentioned on Facebook, or captured on camera. They won't wonder what I looked like or how I lived, or what struggles I had to go though - because it will all be right there.
And that's to say they would even want to look me up on line. Our day and age holds little mystery - it was 2015, nothing interesting happened then. The way people live has become so generic, it's a wonder that secrets still exist.
Knowledge is a blessing, and I am thankful for how much information I have at my finger tips - but I can't help but feel a twinge of longing for mystery. For discovery. For secrets that may never be known by the world, but will still be cherished by the few that hold them.
Fair faring, all. Go uncover a mystery.
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