“If I look at the mass I will never act.”
― Mother Teresa
for the child who condemned themselves to a life of originality and placing value in the truest of entities, you have my deepest respects
I wish I could say the same for the peers I grew up with. While few got lost in chronicling celebrity lives, a small few worshipped books, cars and clothes while yet another few decided good old money was worth their lives.
It’s been an interesting journey to have witnessed growth in so many spheres. Friends who once spent their time painting fantasy forests were now painting their nails, others who would lose themselves in classics were now doing the same in magazines, and we watched as our worth on the value scale dipped to an all-time negative record.
It wasn’t just our childhood, we were bidding farewell to, we were sending away our senses, our knowledge of what truly mattered, our hopes and faith in what could make a difference and replacing them with one desire; an utter and senseless craving for modernity. The truth sacrificed and creativity murdered, we came together to give birth to the act of generalization, rendering one too many incapable of appreciating the differences, that gives a person their own soul. It’s the poison, that’s fuelling the growth of a curse, that’s plaguing the modern era, whose residents take pleasure, in not knowing or caring why or how it could and would matter in the longer run.
“All over the place, from the popular culture to the propaganda system, there is constant pressure to make people feel that they are helpless, that the only role they can have is to ratify decisions and to consume.”
― Noam Chomsky
And, oh, how we’ve grown! In our race to achieve modernity, to be deemed popular and cool, what we’ve lost is our sanity. It’s a horrifying thought to imagine the world in the hands of such individuals who’d willingly kill for money, burn books to make space for clothes and forbid questions from being asked.
We now live in a world where external materialistic aspirations dump a good heart and a well meaning mind into the depths of forgetfulness because they no longer have a place or value.
As we gleefully abandon all hopes of finding our way back to what truly matters, the undertaking to find modernity shall never cease, for modernity is defined by time, yet another entity that waits for no man. What we could do with, is a perpetual pursuit of originality, incorporated with a parallel growth of awareness of truth and nature, to lay the foundation for broken hopes, for a chance of sustaining our faith in humanity.
“The cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Introverted Thoughts aka D