CHRISTIAN HOPE

Yes, I remember life before the internet-as if I were wandering through a vast, untouched forest. Back then, my map was hand-drawn, and my compass was patience.

I’d walk from one corner of my world to another without the glow of screens guiding my way, relying on actual landmarks and face-to-face conversations.

The phone was a trusty relay race runner, not a portal to endless knowledge. Living without the internet was like sailing a sturdy boat on open waters, guided by stars and whispers of the wind, rather than GPS and digital charts.

It was slower, more deliberate, and filled with unexpected discovery- finding a buried treasure in a library, or chatting aloud with friends on a neighborhood street.

So yes, I cherish those days-a simpler voyage, where every connection was real and every moment was lived beyond the pixelated horizon.