December 30, 2011

So this is New Year.

The paradox of our time 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 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, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. 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 a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this post to you, and a time when you can choose to read, or just move on.

Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctor worry about them.
Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.
Keep learning. Never let the brain idle. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop."
…and remember-life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
~George Carlin

 To twenty-twelve.


Aspa said...

Dear Ms E you give me exactly what I need every time we meet. Thank you for your gift. Wishing you all the abundance that awaits you in 2012.

Ms. Capshaw said...

Ms. E. sending you the warmest wishes for a rewarding 2012. Your visual ruminations and thought-provoking words never fail to bridge any distance between like minds and hearts. I look forward to your continued postings.

CT gaggle of fans said...

A most ardent and passionate greetings to you ms e, from your gaggle of fans. And through the looking glass to 2012.

Charles said...

good lord. such clarity for 2012.
my blood pressure and i thank you.
happy merry new year!

SvO said...

Zur Mitternacht des 31.12. ist mir nur mein Gedenkritual wichtig - das Glas "To absent friends" zu erheben und an all die zu denken, die im Herzen nah, aber räumlich weit fort oder gar nicht mehr da sind.