In music, speech or writing, words are as powerful as we feel. They fuel our energy and emotion. What are you thinking? Can we translate it into words?
Living and loving or is living loving?
Have you found your purpose for living?
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Throughout the generations, past and present, we find ourselves in a truly unique situation. Or is it?
With the rising cost of living, decisions being made are quite different from those of our predecessors.
A generation working and interacting behind screens. Social skills are almost non-existent, we are as connected as we are alone.
A generation living in what could be and could have been, never in the present. With information at our fingertips yet knowing so little.
A generation in the know yet powerless with degeneration and deterioration of their future in the hands of the past.
A learned generation that was taught everything but the essence of their lives.
Crammed full of information that dissipates at the end of each semester, yet having learnt nothing of our history. Without our history aren’t we going round in circles?
A suicidal generation steeped in loneliness born of drugs and isolation, is it a wonder we are depressed?
Do you know how fast we leave our friends, jobs, cities, and countries with the promise of greener pastures? Doesn’t this separate us further?
How can this be remedied?
Can we disseminate information that gives purpose and is useful? Can we remind our young that a good friend is better than a good phone?
Can we give better interpretations of the written word? Let us check what we say and think about its impact on different individuals.
Let us remind each other, that to live is to love. We’ve become wrapped in our illusions that we are forgetting what’s important. There is joy in community and it will only be created through active communication and participation.
When we spread love, we find joy in living.
@curious
Still curious, gallivanting and recording
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