Old school tickets

We can get virtually any ticket delivered to our smartphones, yet at my coworking space plenty of people myself included, OK so I am old, but most of the others are young, still print off their train ticket, boarding passes, and other tickets.

Why?

It’s the same reason that we still buy books, vinyl record sales are making a huge comeback, we still buy CDs, more and more people are doing art and other crafts. It’s the same reason people still buy paper notebooks when you could use Evernote.

We are humans and we like physical things, we like to hold the ticket, we trust it. We like to create with our hands and feel things in our hands.

Not everything is better in a digital version.

The sands of time

The sand trickles through the timer
Grain after grain
Unstoppable
Mesmerising
Uncertain as to how long is left
We can watch each grain
Become anxious and coiled
Like a spring ready to ping

Maybe we can step away from the timer
Accept we don’t know how long is left
Maybe we can walk through the wheat fields
Run our hands through the tall wheat
Across the fields of dreams
Feeling the wind, the rain, the sun
Feeling alive
And no longer waiting for the final grain of sand to fall.