A Word

When I started this blog, I thought I would have something to say, but I found I did not. Slowly but surely I found that I did. However, now that there is so much to talk about I find that I have nothing to say.

Perhaps it is due to the fact that so many people are talking that a single voice is lost amidst the noise.

Perhaps, due to the things that I have learnt, I now think a little differently that I did before.

Perhaps it is an evolution of conciousness ... or perhaps a evolution of thought.

I have become weary of the darkness in our world...and the excuses for it. I have become weary of the emptiness that has pervaded our everyday lives, and pointless ravings of so-called celebrity, of focus groups, of political correctness, of insularity.


I have become saddened by the loss of kindness, not just the love between soulmates, but the little things that make life easier. Where are the kind gestures that spoke of civility and community? Where is the life that makes it worth living?

I open the paper and read of savagery and other works of inhumanity across the world. I read of these acts in the name of religion, of communities, of hatred, hostility, of intolerance, of fear, of ignorance.

I turn on the television and see the aftermath of Death stalking the land.

I wonder where this will take us....to our destruction...or to a better place, where people rediscover those things that make us better humans.

I wonder when people will rise above this, become enlightened, become generous and considerate again....or will we be doomed to failure?

How many generations must pay this price of blood before we find peace?