Spirit of the times

 

What a dystopian time we find ourselves in. From a cynic's point of view, the world would be doomed. No one looks anyone else in the face anymore, everyone is wired and networked. The reality, without led lights and pixels, does anyone still perceive it? False information is spread, garbage is produced, oceans are polluted, nobody cares. At least not those who could prevent the disaster. Money rules the world, as it always has. Has something really changed in the way people think? Are there selfless people who have so much money in their account that they could not spend it at all until their eyesight goes out?

 

I see yes, I feel yes, I speak yes. With people who see the light, with people who hear the beauty. But are we enough? Can we save the world? Can the consumer resist the product? Have we ourselves become products? Grown into parts of a great machinery? Has it not already finished writing the story?

 

Who is poor, does that one have the possibility? Not to have to sell his soul, to go the long way from home to create opportunities? Do we understand our privilege? Because that one, that one from precarious circumstances, he does not have it. I hope we understand our privilege. Many sensitive souls become ill, because even we in prosperity, if seeded with heart, mourn the injustice.

Global cohesion. What a beautiful security that would be. I hear only decay.

 

After decay, reconstruction? After death, rebirth? Renaissance?

 

Hope will carry us. But only in the metaphorical sense. It is our hands that move the course of things.