The Golden Age of Hollywood was a time period that lasted roughly from the 1920s until the early 1960s. Most movies were black and white. This is obviously an elegant look.
It was an era when men wore suits and ties, even on their days off. Film Noir was new and actors spoke in cool and hushed tones. And if a lady asked you to light her cigarette, you better produce a Zippo, my friend.
Many modern movies try their hardest to recreate this time period in look and feel. It’s as if people long for the days gone by.
What do all of these favorable and shining eras have in common? Yep, they’re all gone. In the past. No more. Kaput.
Futurists may not care too much about that. Don’t futurists all believe the Golden Age is yet to come?
There is even a medical term for this.
Golden Age Syndrome is when you believe the best times of the world are anytime but now. When you think the good times are all gone, or yet to come.
There are two theories on why we have memories. Some say memory is only a device used to remember our lives perfectly, every moment, every comment and place we’ve been.
Others believe the true purpose of memory is so we can better envision and imagine tomorrow.
Only one problem: This leaves many of us dreaming of other times, but it leaves us unaware of the current world. The here and now. Being present, like the Buddha taught.
Perhaps we just need a new Golden Age. I’ll take the burden upon myself to name it.
In the past, the fastest way to communicate a message was by ship or boat, a camel or horse, carrier pigeon, sometimes by foot, or a combination of all of these. There was a time when no one in the world possessed enough wealth and power to take a message from Greece to South America. Now, the power is virtually free and instantaneous.
My fellow human, since you and I live in a golden age, we should make the most of it. Every golden age needs its Socrates or Heddy Lamarr. I’m certain they are out there somewhere.