Journal Entry:
Mon Oct 24, 2011, 10:19 AM
A Columbine High School student wrote:
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, 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 judgment; more experts, but less solutions; more medicine, but less wellness.
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 neighbor.
We've conquered outer space, but not inner space.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've split the atom, but not our prejudice.
We have higher incomes, but lower morals.
We've become long on quantity, but short on quality.
These are the times of tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes.
It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom.
[link]
All work no play may have made Jack a dull boy
But all work no God has left Jack with a lost soul
But he's moving on full steam
He's chasing the American dream
And he's gonna give his family the finer things
Not this time son I've no time to waste
Maybe tomorrow we'll have time to play
And then he slips into his new BMW
And drives farther and farther and farther away
So He works all day and tries to sleep at night
He says things will get better;
Better in time
And he works and he builds with his own two hands
And he pours all he has in a castle made with sand
But the wind and the rain are comin' crashing in
Time will tell just how long his kingdom stands
His kingdom stands
His American Dream is beginning to seem
More and more like a nightmare
With every passing day
"Daddy, can you come to my game?"
"Oh Baby, please don't work late."
Another wasted weekend
And they are slipping away
'Cause he works all day and lies awake at night
He tells them things will get better
It'll just take a little more time
He used to say, "Whoever dies with the most toys wins"
But if he loses his soul, what has he gained in the end
I'll take a shack on the rock
Over a castle in the sand
Now he works all day and cries alone at night
It's not getting any better
Looks like he's running out of time
'Cause he worked and he built with his own two hands
And he poured all he had in a castle made with sand
But the wind and the rain are coming crashing in
Time will tell just how long his kingdom stands
His kingdom stands
All they really wanted was You
All they really wanted was You
All they really wanted was You
I love this group because of the Christian truths they preach. Other songs will talk about how God embraces all people(East to West), how much the clique-ishness of some people can ostracize those people who want to belong but past mistakes and stereotypes are so hurtful(Does Anybody Hear Her?), and how some people just need a hand up out of the dark. Lots of good messages in their songs, I should probably send a couple to you if you want them.
Also, sorry, this is like an email length comment. Haha.
I just hope it's not too late for humanity to go back to the way it used to be. :/
There's a danger in looking upon the past through today's sadness. For example, I remember being a happy, carefree child with a lot of freedom and gleeful shenanigans. But I know that wasn't the whole story. I got spanked, I cried, I was scared sometimes. Being a kid was so hard, I used to think. But now that I'm an adult and no longer live in a world of make-believe and toys, it seems like my childhood woes were so small as to be negligible. I have often wished to go back to those simpler, happy days. But I know that life sure didn't seem simple and happy back then. The difference is only the lens I'm looking through. Same with society as a whole. We look back on the past and think, "oh, how simple and happy those times were!" and we forget that life was just as hard then as it is now. The issues may not be the same, but the nature of humankind is.
Yes, life back earlier was hard. Yes, life today is hard. You made it through the hard stuff in the past, so you can make it through the hard stuff now, don't you think?
Or look at the awesome things you did as a kid, with the happy, cheerful days, and realize that there are still those days. We just focus more on the down times so we remember them more. I truly believe it is a matter of focus.
"Your focus determines your reality."
Hindsight, contrary to popular adage, is not 20/20. I can barely remember what happened last week without significant distortion, let alone a year or a month ago. Humanity on the whole is also pretty myopic. We exaggerate. We downplay. We do these things while the events are still happening. We will always view the world through a lens, present, past, and future.
There was an interesting study several years ago where volunteers were asked to view a tape of some people in black shirts throwing a basketball. Some of the volunteers were asked to keep track of how many times the ball was passed between the people in the video, and others were asked to simply watch. During the tape, a woman in a gorilla suit walked onto the set, faced the camera, beat her chest, and walked off. When asked later what happened, about half the people who were asked to count the passes could not recall seeing the gorilla, and upon viewing the tape again, some even refused to believe it was the same tape! The volunteers who were not asked to count passes were able to spot the gorilla every time. They all saw the same thing. But this says to me something very important: you can't count on your own memory, or even other people's memories. This was a controlled study with limited variables. Life has so many variables that we can't count them-- counting them introduces more variables! We can't count on our collective memory being perfect. We can gather information, evidence, and try to make an objective picture, but the past will always be filtered through what we're dealing with here and now. We won't always see the gorilla. We won't always be able to keep track of the basketball. Our picture is forever incomplete. We've physically changed little as a species since we started calling ourselves Man-- we have hard evidence for that. I choose to believe that that goes for our psychology as well as our biology. As for myself personally, I just muddle along, doing whatever seems best.
Oh, in case you wanted to see the gorilla story: [link] I read about it a while back and thought it was the weirdest thing.