I think I have discovered the “sweet spot” of technology.
It just came to me this morning, this “sweet spot” eureka moment.
It came to me as I was congratulating a Facebook friend on how naturally she took to becoming a first time grandmother.
Prior to the birth of her grandchild, she had expressed concerns on her page about whether she would know how to be a good grandmother.
I responded to her comments, then, with what I hoped were some words of encouragement.
Here is where the sweet spot comes in: I do not know this “friend” personally. She lives in Florida. I am on the West Coast. We will probably never meet in person, yet this “gift” of technology allows us to reach out to one another as though we were sitting across the room from one another chatting about grandchildren.
The “sweet spot” is that place of love and support and encouragement and warm moments of connection with strangers across the states or across the pond.
Faces we do not recognize flow to us through live-streams. Words of sympathy are tweeted on fluid trending timelines. Writers across the world share their thoughts with cyber pen and paper.
Yes, I know.
Technology also has its rachet moments, it’s mean moments, it’s totally out of control moments. But it is just a reflection of society, isn’t it, a melange of diversity and attitude?
It is our choice as to how we use what I will call the “gift” of technology.
When we receive a gift we can either relish it or misuse it. The choice is ours.
Technology also brings with it the potential for psychological trauma as it transmits the chaos and turbulence rampant in the world today. Our hunter-gatherer new world creator ancestors would have been blissfully unaware of such things, at least for a longer period of time, simply because there was no technological herald from across the seas or across the land. News traveled slowly in the New World. By the time word was received of wars and victims and massacres and death, the dead were long buried and the wounded healed. Words of love, hope and support were transmitted in the form of prayers that never reached the physical ears of friends and loved ones but hopefully God would hear and act.
Yes, technology today can either be a bane or a blessing, two words our ancestors would definitely understand.
I choose the “sweet spot” of blessing.
It is the best I can do.