When I was little, my favorite cartoon was the Jetsons. This fascinating story of a family living way in the future, amongst efficient and complicated gadgets and jet cars always excited my imagination. I was convinced, as were many of my contemporaries, that by the year 2000 we’d all be flying around using jetpacks in a world where the robots would be doing all the work.
I was really looking forward to this future, and at first was rather disappointed that it didn’t come to pass. But in retrospect, I’m rather glad it hasn’t. As much fun as it might be to visit, I wouldn’t want to live in a world that’s so cold and clinical and devoid of nature. The Jetsons lived in a world without trees or water or the random messiness of life that makes it so interesting. It also seems a little devoid of purpose. There’s no real struggle if everything is done for you, and without struggle there’s no growth.
I wouldn’t want to give up camping trips or serendipity or variety for a jetpack. If everything were convenient and easy, what would we talk about? What stories could we tell? What would I blog about?