RE: [nukkad] New Year 2003

["arya" <>]

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So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While 
just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs. 
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox, poet (1850-1919)
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A NEW YEAR?

How new? What became old and redundant? What came of age and died? What
malaise that affected the world did not continue into the mundane 1st day of
a dull New Year?

How eager are we to say, "Happy New Year" and never give pause to think of
what is said or even half meant when said. Empty words are offered, you
accept, returning the same with more air than substance, participating in a
universal hoax which intonates, and in reflex fashion answers and moves on.

If we agree to be part of mindless rituals extended over decades, soon
enough nothing we say will be of substance, and we will have set ourselves
up for meaningless relationships, frivolously built and senselessly torn
apart.

Gone will be the hope of real love, with real people, and a life vibrant
with possibilities and wholly devoid of empty dull words from dead mouths.

Who has not had experience of being with someone who simply was not deep
enough to respond to deeper currents of wanting and loving? And who in turn
has not lied and given empty promises to someone who truly loved?

Partaking of senseless words to replace real goodwill soon invites senseless
actions, long lasting barter with people in wedlock or friendship or
relationship, with nothing really happening all day long, all year long, all
life long.

An early morning “I love you honey” is reciprocated much like a ping-pong
ball with “I love you too darling,” with nothing meant, nothing felt.

During the day there are innumerable “Hi how are you?” and “I am fine and
you” pouted out reflex fashion, enacted like a knee jerk. And everyone knows
they don’t really want to know how you are, and you don’t too visa versa. So
why do we say it?

Many will say it’s polite to ask. And the fatal flaw is visible right away.
What has happened is that we have grown into a fickle people who have agreed
to barter in words that don’t mean what they say, and sayings things not
worth the words.

How will we know that we are loved? Or can love? Or ever ask for a sincere
opinion and get one? Or look for criticism in an important matter and get
it? What kind of a relationship will it be when one cannot depend on what is
said, and only guess at what is not being said?

Alas. We are a sad society, which cannot communicate any more. We speak
empty words, mean empty deeds and carry empty thoughts.

Truthfulness is dead, real love and true friendship are dead, and dependable
interaction a dream of the past.

We have become civilized, redundant zombies.

We don't count anymore.

Arya.


























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