Let’s clear this up. First, the Lindy effect isn’t some sacred cow. It’s an observation: things that last tend to keep lasting. Not because they’re immortal or divine, but because they’ve dodged the ax while the flashy, novel ideas lined up to get decapitated.
Now, this whole "opportunity cost" jazz is cute, but let’s not pretend it’s profound. Every choice has a cost, sure. But traditions aren’t just random habits hanging around for lack of imagination. They’re the battle-hardened veterans of cultural evolution. They've been dragged through the mud, shot at, patched up, and kept marching while your shiny new ideologies are still in boot camp, breaking a sweat over basic training.
Yes, duty to the past comes at the cost of moving on. Moving on to what, exactly? A utopia you haven’t mapped out yet? Spare me. We’ve seen where the "move on at all costs" crowd ends up—usually in the same ditch where yesterday’s progressives thought they built the future. And “telling others which utopia to love”? Who’s doing that? Tradition doesn’t force you to love it—it’s just there, patiently waiting for your bright idea to break its own neck.
So, no, I’m not mad. I’m just standing on solid ground while you’re out there trying to plant your flag in a mirage. The past isn’t some ancient tyrant demanding tribute—it’s the proven method for not reinventing the wheel every Tuesday. Go ahead and blaze a new trail if you must, but don’t be surprised when the ground gives way. Tradition’s still here, not because it’s immortal, but because it works.