I’ve just read an ad for a wilderness trail. What saddened me was the way it was filled with all sorts of manufactured and artificial experiences along the way. You can’t just walk and perceive and feel the exhilaration of all that is around you, you have to be entertained with a programme of experiences, or it’s simply not worth it.
Have you noticed the tendency to rush from experience to experience, almost as if it’s some kind of addictive drug needing to be stronger than the last. What makes things worse is how these experiences are then forced on to others with the dictum, “You haven’t lived unless you’ve reproduced my experience in you.”
Ours is an age where people are desperate for experiences. Is there anything wrong with that? I don’t think so, but when it’s shot through with addiction, aren’t we in danger of losing touch with the very depths of meaning in the ordinary. I think we are. After all, isn’t a large part of life lived within the so called realm of the “ordinary?”