Maybe it's just me, but I've rediscovered a certain fondness for 80's music and childhood movies such as Star Wars and the Empire Strikes Back. The sights and sounds of my childhood bring me back to a moment in time when I wasn't saddled by imminent concerns such as paying the bills or having insurance. It was a time of black and white, of evil and good, of Darth Vader and Obi-Wan.

For many of us, time itself represents a certain lack in our lives. We rush about in a time-starved state, yet rarely do we ask ourselves ‘What's the rush?' As I sat down with my kids to watch Star Wars with them for their first time this week, I was shocked to learn they already knew the characters. Although they had never seen the actual movie before, they had played a Star Wars video game at a friend's house.

I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. Where was the mystery of discovering the Empire and all its weirdish characters if you've already seen them in a predetermined video game? It made me realize my children's memories will be distinctly different than mine. Such is the nature of time. And that's okay, too.