A Different Time

This past weekend my cowboy boots took me to the Maryland Renaissance Festival. This is my third year attending the festival and it was probably the most necessary. My meaning is that this is my favorite thing. I have been stressed out and truly needed it. It allows me to see things differently. For many years I have believed that I do not belong in this time. I was born hundreds of years too late. When I attend the festival I get to dress up and be thrown into another time. There is so much laughter and merriment it is easy to forget the troubles of today.

Don't get me wrong, I am not naive about the times. I realize that dressing up is not what they considered it. It was everyday clothing just as jeans and a tee are today. I also realize that in these times all was not merry and life for them was much more difficult than today. Thus the interest to me. Because life was so difficult for people of times past they cherished it more. This, to me, is symbolized in the times of their festivals.

When I attend the festival I see people of our time living and laughing and it makes me forget when I am. In our time life is so easy and because of that people have so much time on their hands to be malicious. People of our time crave drama and create it in hateful ways through television, movies and even social networking. People of times past loved drama as well but it was created on the stage to generate happy emotions and tell stories, now people create drama to be cruel.

At the festival I feel like I can see the citizens of this time trying to go back to when life was a struggle to live and the good times were valued, not taken for granted. It lets me see that society of our time is not so bad as it seems on a daily basis. It gives me hope and I look forward to festival season all year round as I am sure those of a different time did.