We’ve moved out of Eden a long time ago
I think I wasn’t always cynical. Actually, I’m not always cynical even now. But I think I tend to be more inclined towards pessimism with regards to my life than others. I am wistfully optimistic about global warming and the help recycling even the smallest thing with do to the environment. About how men will realize that they are fighting over trivial lines, that countries hold no real meaning and that we are all really gypsies in nature and it’s just in everyone’s best interest to have free trade and open borders.
That brings me to my pet peeve.
Patriotism.
Sure I love India. I was born there and spent most of my life there and will eventually settle down there. Not because I’ve been taught since I was a kid that it is “sare jahan se acha” (meaning the best among the rest of the countries), but because I feel a connection to this huge, all encompassing nation with it’s warm heart, pacifist nature and an ever ensuing identity crisis. Whatever makes one country better than the others? Maybe a good government, some exemplary policies and the provision of enough natural resources (including man) to help it’s countrymen live well. I don’t believe in nor understand the blind need for faith in a country and the need to live and die upholding a border that someone drew up. With enough time, we’ll probably blend into a common looking race of afro/asian/caucasian to help people get over their racial prejudices and then (probably), we’ll stop fighting.
I have the same problem with most religions. I can understand a religion’s need to say “Everyone else is telling you crap. I speak the truth. Buy my book and souvenirs.” It’s not to say that I feel all religions are overtly commercialized and seem to only work at draining people’s income and giving them half-hearted solace. I’ve seen a lot of people turn to religion for comfort. But, if you look around with a critical eye, exploitation of those people is all that is happening. Whatever was initially meant to provide a peace of mind and answers to questions that weren’t easy to solve has become a baton for the dimwitted to hold onto and to clobber others with. What was started to help create a proper way of life and healthy surroundings has become a lifestyle and brotherhood impeding float that is just there for cosmetic reasons and is bloody hard to navigate and not really a transportation device (no matter what they tell you).
:-). I tend to over push analogies. This is not a good example, but I could see it becoming this huge sentence going on about idiots who have nothing better to do than win pointless parade medals and who waste their time and others in an exercise that is just… well, pointless.
Jesus.
I started the whole thing about me being a cynic and here I am… almost on the verge of god-people bashing. I think I’ll stop. For no apparent reason but for the need to stop. My introspection into cynicism can be done another day.
That brings me to my pet peeve.
Patriotism.
Sure I love India. I was born there and spent most of my life there and will eventually settle down there. Not because I’ve been taught since I was a kid that it is “sare jahan se acha” (meaning the best among the rest of the countries), but because I feel a connection to this huge, all encompassing nation with it’s warm heart, pacifist nature and an ever ensuing identity crisis. Whatever makes one country better than the others? Maybe a good government, some exemplary policies and the provision of enough natural resources (including man) to help it’s countrymen live well. I don’t believe in nor understand the blind need for faith in a country and the need to live and die upholding a border that someone drew up. With enough time, we’ll probably blend into a common looking race of afro/asian/caucasian to help people get over their racial prejudices and then (probably), we’ll stop fighting.
I have the same problem with most religions. I can understand a religion’s need to say “Everyone else is telling you crap. I speak the truth. Buy my book and souvenirs.” It’s not to say that I feel all religions are overtly commercialized and seem to only work at draining people’s income and giving them half-hearted solace. I’ve seen a lot of people turn to religion for comfort. But, if you look around with a critical eye, exploitation of those people is all that is happening. Whatever was initially meant to provide a peace of mind and answers to questions that weren’t easy to solve has become a baton for the dimwitted to hold onto and to clobber others with. What was started to help create a proper way of life and healthy surroundings has become a lifestyle and brotherhood impeding float that is just there for cosmetic reasons and is bloody hard to navigate and not really a transportation device (no matter what they tell you).
:-). I tend to over push analogies. This is not a good example, but I could see it becoming this huge sentence going on about idiots who have nothing better to do than win pointless parade medals and who waste their time and others in an exercise that is just… well, pointless.
Jesus.
I started the whole thing about me being a cynic and here I am… almost on the verge of god-people bashing. I think I’ll stop. For no apparent reason but for the need to stop. My introspection into cynicism can be done another day.