It is sad how comfortable we are with our rut of a life, unwilling to change, and protesting it when we are forced to commit to something new and different, changes in laws, regulations that don’t suit our lifestyle; and yet, we advocate for difference, advances in technology, shifts in medical and social acceptance such as abortion and gay rights.
We sweat hypocrisy and yet look upon those with contempt who themselves are considered hypocrites, continuing the trend of paradox and equal hypocrisy.
We are free to make our decisions, but forced to make them providing they reside within legal boundaries, considering ourselves full of “free will” yet, at every corner subtly informed of our “choices”: The ‘best’ cologne, make-up, outfit, diet, and the newest gadget designed especially for “you”.
At every waking moment we are convinced, lied to, promised of better things, guaranteed to, to ensure that we remain “Happy”. Yet, are we truly happy? No. Each time we are gullible enough to believe such outlandish sayings, politicians, the most un-trustworthy of all human beings; ironically designated the role of ‘leading’ our countries, left to make the decisions. Guarantee’s for products that won’t break, yet more often do. Convinced of the best and “only” products on the markets whilst competitors make the exact same products.
We see poverty, slavery, famine, rape, murder and sadness ripping through our own countries as well as our neighbours. So comfortable we are, that for the fleeting moment that we are introduced to the idea that harm is coming to someone other than ourselves, we feel guilty, donating money and pledging to turn our lives around, doing something for them, the 40-hour famine and so forth. Yet by the time the week is out, our minds have consumed us into our monotonous life once again, the suffering of the people forgotten until once again reminded, ready to repeat the process again.
Our lives are nothing but ironic and full of hypocrisy, moreover, after reading this, nothing will change, we will not modify our behaviour until forced to do so, because this is the paradox of the human mind:
Change is good, but it will not occur until we are forced to do so.
Cést la vie.
I feel as if we get too caught up in our lives to realise the impact we have made on others lives, or the impact others have made on our own. The day to day requirements in which we desperately feel the need to complete in the briefest of times rush us to the point of stopping and relaxing, so much so we need to take holidays or vacations from our careers for extended periods of times. I never understood this concept; granted it is worthy for extended travels, yet for relaxation and simple relief from the ‘rat race of life’. I never quite grasped why simpler times could not exist even today, like they did decades before.
Instead of rushing from city to city closing business deals, I would have loved to have lived in a small town, needing only a bicycle, a top hat, and the daily paper - hosting real reporting instead of the unfiltered filth that infiltrates it today. Having no care but to finish the job at hand, using the mind and hands that you were born with; relying upon nothing but yourself, returning home to a family who held no struggles but the one of always increasing happiness. Spending weekends at home with the wife and children, extended family sharing moments and enjoying each others company rather than being separate, being able to enjoy a book by the fire in the study, rather than complaining about the current affairs and things out of your own hand and frankly will not even affect you.
Alas that time is gone, only to exist within memories and recreated throughout words on paper and the images of the past. Left to the people to make do with what they have.
Cést la vie.