We have the technology to communicate more but we say less.
We have the technology to communicate more but we say less.
They say that revenge is a dish best served cold. But it can be reheated.
The future is ahead, the past is behind, and the present can be shaped to our liking.
When I was a child
I dutifully prayed,
And went to church
I learned about God
His son and the Ghost
And the way I needed
In time I learned more
And questioned the past.
My relationship grew
Wherever we are
There is never just one
We are His Church
I have learned.
We all stand together,
One voice raised to the sky
Whether inside or out
He is there.
In my heart He resides
And teaches me still.
His community of love
Will live on.
Communication promotes understanding.
As many of you know I love to listen in on other peoples’ conversations. No, I don’t mean that I stalk individuals and listen illegally into their discussions. But I have been known to trail after an interesting couple simply to hear the rest of what they are saying. But allow me to give it some context. If you hear someone speaking about murdering another, you really want to know more.
We live in a society where everyone seems to have a mobile phone connected to their ear lobe. I cannot count the number of times I have been forced to speak up before a person runs into me simply because they’re paying attention to their phone and not what was in front of them. Ah, the joys of technology!
We can’t know exactly what someone else is talking about on the phone or in a text. We don’t know what that individual is dealing with. Is the text to a girlfriend/boyfriend explaining that they are pregnant, accepted into that prestigious law firm or asking for them to bring home milk?
We live in a society of tidbits. We hear snippets of a conversation walking down the street, often more than one. We are jostled by someone trying to get into the store and for a micro second we share a look. What is that person dealing with? Are they happy, sad, frustrated, suicidal, manic, murderous? We don’t know. And yet we often make judgments based on a split-second interaction. Tidbits.
No one seems to know the whole story about anything. The Media included. Politicians tell us what they think we want to hear. Is there any truth in what they have to say? Possibly. Friends speak from the heart and sometimes tell you what you need to hear. But often they tell you what they believe will make you feel better. What is the truth? And is the truth something that needs to be relayed all the time? I don’t think so. Let me give you a little context. A friend had convinced me to go to a new hairdresser. She was a Stylist from New York! She had a very heady reputation and they could fit me in. I think I was supposed to be honored. When I entered her very luxurious salon I was asked if I wanted a Perrier. I did not. She then spent 15 minutes talking to me. She told me she wanted to know what kind of person I was so that she could give me the haircut I needed. She spent quite a bit of time whipping my hair into… something? After I had forked over the national debt for a small country, I left. I don’t think she was terribly impressed with me. We didn’t speak.
I have never been to New York. I hear is a “happening” city. Food, Fashion, Finance. The Holy F’s? Perhaps the haircut I received was considered fashionable in the mecca that is considered Manhattan. I don’t live in New York. I explained I was quite conservative and liked the simple things. My hair looked like it had been cut by an eight-year-old high on cocaine with dull scissors and a tick. I wish I was kidding. My sister was getting married in a week. There would be pictures.
I went back to my regular hairdresser and pleaded with him to fix it. It became really short. Oh, and that very fashionable New York hairstylist? She moved on to more appropriate grounds. Lesson learned. Context.
Technically, I was child of the 50s. Well at least for six months. With wild abandon I guzzled homemade milk and had a bevy of staff to cater to my every need. It was paradise.
In reality, I was a child of the 60s. I do recall watching the moon landing on a black-and-white TV. We only had three stations to watch and you had to get up to change the channel. There were no cell phones or colour TVs. The Internet hadn’t been invented. I was a kid. I went outside and played. I scraped my knees and probably bloodied my nose a few times. We could breathe the air deeply and not worry about coughing up a lung. Most recollections are idyllic.
But the 60s was also a time of war, poverty, assassinations, racism and sickness. The history books remember the bad stuff. People try not to. It was a time of Family and single incomes. Roles were expected for men and women and children. It was only in those progressive families that young girls were allowed to dream without restrictions. I didn’t know there were restrictions. But then I didn’t know what to dream.
Times were different in the past. There was good and bad. But we evolved. That sounds like a step forward but it too comes with both good and bad. We eradicated some diseases and then created new ones. We got smart and creative in how to deal with illnesses, viruses, so they too evolved. Now we have superbugs and inefficient medicines. Nowadays we love our children to dream without restrictions but then we stress them out with the requirements to succeed. A double-edged sword.
I am in an unrepentant optimist. I believe we will solve the problems we created. Am I naïve? Perhaps. But I look around this world and I see our children recognizing the problems and standing up. They are shaming the past and working hard towards fixing the future. Will they succeed? I hope so. I doubt I’ll be around to see everything fixed. I believe we are moving in the right direction. But this is not something that can only be on the shoulders of the children. We all need to be involved. Even if it’s only in a small way. The very least we can do is support them.
Our world is a paradise. There is incredible beauty here but we must be prepared to look and to see. We must also be prepared to defend that paradise. We only have one world and we are all in this together. It isn’t about one group, one culture, one faction. It is all of us!
Teen-age Johnny picked a fight.
Little did he know,
The boy that he knocked down?
Would one day run the show!
Tiny Sally bit the hand,
That offered her a treat.
Many years then went by,
Revenge is oh so sweet!
The actions of today,
Will one day come around.
And be the cause we did not see,
And wished we’d never found!
‘Reflect before you do.’
Our motto I should think
Because before you know it
The future is in sync!
With some people Words are never needed.
There is a fine line between confidence and arrogance.
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