That is no country for old men. I am afraid that was what I felt when I was staying In Hong Kong, a city in action 7/24.
The pace of everyone is quick and bold. Sometimes it is even a bit rude or merely inconsiderate (if I could know the answer) . I have been bumped three times from behind and I guess I must be a stumbling block on their way. No apology or an excuse. They kept walking as if I were transparent. On some days I went out with my mum taking the train. No one offered any seat to her except twice from the Filipino maids. Once I offered my seat to a lady with her kid, I did not hear any expression of thanks. Everyone else was so busy engaged in their own world of network: listening to music through headsets, reading emails, joining facebook or browsing news on their mobile devices. They care little their surroundings. I watched closely the older generation to see how they lived in this society as one day I would become one of them.
This world always belongs to the young (but ironically mostly those are the aged at the top).
For what I saw from the mobile devices people were using on the train, now the Samsung Galaxy Note was directly competing with the Apple iPhone fiercely. I reckon one in five were using the Galaxy Note, while only 10% of the community were using iPhone. If I counted the newly launched Samsung Galaxy S III in my speculation, Samsung has already got a bigger share in the market in this city. I do not know what new features we will find in the forthcoming iPhone 5 (if there is going to be one soon). A bigger screen is no longer a shame. When you see someone holding up the Samsung Note to talk, it is just naturally and not unusual. If you need a screen to view websites, it is also awesome. The size justifies the need.
If the users are pursuing a larger phone screen, the Samsung Galaxy Note is undoubtedly the only choice on the market. How will Apple respond to it? I have no idea. The trend of the younger generation is hard to set and to predict. I only know If you cannot keep up with it, you will lose track. But there are some people who prefer not to follow these technological trends. Yes, the truth is that although it seems we have more choices, we do not psychologically benefit from them. This is the paradox of choice. Don’t forget to get yourself updated with the trend is costly. Every product is trying to squeeze your money out of your pocket, such as the fact that every new camera comes with a system and its accessories. So you will end up spending more than you need.
Perhaps it may be a bad idea to read again William Butler Yeats’s famous poem “Sailing to Byzantium”, written at the age of 60 in 1926. According to Wiki, the poem is about the agony of old age and the metaphorical journey of a man pursuing his own vision of eternal life as well as his conception of paradise. The poem is open for interpretation and you probably associate more about the novel with the same name and the movie adopted (directed by Ethan Coen and Joel Coen):
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
– Those dying generations – at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
I still maintain the status of being young at heart as I have not surrendered to any challenges nor troubles. By learning every single day like the young reading news from the social media I would not let myself be classified as old so easily. Thanks largely to my present health. Perhaps I need to find ways to keep up myself, physically and mentally. Next time if I am bumped again from the back, I will turn around and seriously ask, “Hay, what do you want from me?”