Inspirational Spiritualist Message? or Over-Famed Ill-Philosophical Soppy Sack of Shite…
I originally liked this when I read it.
I’m happy enough with many of the expressed sentiments. But really. Really. Come on. I mean, what is it? What do I do with it? Do I stick it on the fridge? Shout it out the office window? Inspire myself to paint a Utopian masterpiece? Implement it into a revolutionary manifesto?
Okay, may be me being overly-cynical; but feckit. Humans be different. We are backwards and screwed (in comparison to the Utopian ideal of ourselves we so easily seem to conjure at an ‘artistic’ whim). We write stuff like this, and then sexually abuse members of our congress, both metaphorically and literally (see credits).
Paradox of our time, indeed.
The Paradox of Our Time
we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers;
wider free-ways, but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense;
more knowledge, but less judgement;
more experts, yet more problems;
more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly,
laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly,
stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little and watch TV too much.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom and hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We’ve added years to life, not life to years.
We’ve been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour.
We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space.
We’ve done larger things, but not better things.
We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less.
We plan more, but accomplish less.
We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever,
but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion;
big men, and small character;
steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, throwaway morality, one night stands, obese bodies,
and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom.
A time when technology brings you this letter and
a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.
That’s why I propose, that as of today,
You do not keep anything for a special occasion
Because everyday that you live is a special occasion
Search for knowledge, read more
Sit on the porch and admire the view
Without paying attention to your needs
Enjoyment is life as a chain of moments
Not long drawn out survival
Remove from your vocabulary phrases like
” One of these days” and “Someday”
Remember to spend time with your beloved because they won’t stay near you a eternity.
Remember to embrace with love the ones near you
because this is the only treasure you can offer from the heart
and does not cost a thing.
Remember to say “I love you” to your partner and to the persons you care about, but from the heart.
A kiss and a hug will relieve your pain when are sincere.
Remember to cherish the moments with your closest friends and family; they will not always be near.
Make time for yourself to love, to speak, to share precious thoughts you have.
And for my family and friends: thank you for your existence.
(I added that last bit myself, as well as a few others. See? We’re all hypocrites…)
~ not Jesus nor the Dalai Lama, but Dr. Bob Moorehead.
He was Pastor of Seattle’s Overlake Church,
before being accused of sexually assaulting a member of his congress.