Monday, July 10, 2006
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The Paradox of Our Age
posted by crazyyuan
was chatting to andy just now... and he mentions that he visits my blog now and then.. v honored here..lol
just a few months ago.. i posted my blog add on my msn nick. a desperate measure to invite pple into the little miserable world of mine.. but also of which i am proud of. its all i have, its all i make of it, its all i am feeling abit it.
i am grateful for this platform. should it one day (choy.. touch wood) accidently be deleted- which happened once-.. or blogger shut down.. everything will be gone. wats left will be just wats in our memories. which are of coure not going to be there for ever..
perhaps it will be like a person who have suffered a sudden loss of memory, to have everything wiped clean. Would u try to trace it back? or would u live on and write another blog/page of ur new life?.. some pple will prob give up and say... it took me so much to accumulate 3 years of blogging. now to start all over again.. thats too tiring.
something i posted on may 5 2005. i looked thru and feel that its so true, perhaps i will print it out oneday and out it on my notice board.
The Paradox of Our Age
By Dr. Bob Moorehead
WE HAVE taller buildings, but shorter tempers;
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints;
we spend more, but have less;
we buy more, but enjoy it 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, but 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 too quickly,
stay up too late, get up too tired,
read too seldom, 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 lie 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 the new neighbor.
We've 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 split the atom, but not our prejudice;
we write more, but learn less;
plan more, but accomplish less.
WE HAVE learned to rush, but not to wait;
we have higher incomes, but lower morals;
more food, but less appeasement;
more acquaintances, but fewer friends;
more effort, but less success.
WE BUILD more computers to hold more information,
to produce more copies than ever,
but have less communication;
we've become long on quantity,
but short on quality.
These are the times of fast foods and
slow digestion;
tall men, and short character;
steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace,
but domestic warfare;
more leisure and less fun;
more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes,
but more divorce;
of fancier houses, but broken homes.
THESE ARE days of quick trips, disposable diapers,
throwaway morality, one-night stands,
and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.
IT IS A TIME when there is much in the show window
and nothing in the stockroom.
just a few months ago.. i posted my blog add on my msn nick. a desperate measure to invite pple into the little miserable world of mine.. but also of which i am proud of. its all i have, its all i make of it, its all i am feeling abit it.
i am grateful for this platform. should it one day (choy.. touch wood) accidently be deleted- which happened once-.. or blogger shut down.. everything will be gone. wats left will be just wats in our memories. which are of coure not going to be there for ever..
perhaps it will be like a person who have suffered a sudden loss of memory, to have everything wiped clean. Would u try to trace it back? or would u live on and write another blog/page of ur new life?.. some pple will prob give up and say... it took me so much to accumulate 3 years of blogging. now to start all over again.. thats too tiring.
something i posted on may 5 2005. i looked thru and feel that its so true, perhaps i will print it out oneday and out it on my notice board.
The Paradox of Our Age
By Dr. Bob Moorehead
WE HAVE taller buildings, but shorter tempers;
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints;
we spend more, but have less;
we buy more, but enjoy it 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, but 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 too quickly,
stay up too late, get up too tired,
read too seldom, 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 lie 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 the new neighbor.
We've 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 split the atom, but not our prejudice;
we write more, but learn less;
plan more, but accomplish less.
WE HAVE learned to rush, but not to wait;
we have higher incomes, but lower morals;
more food, but less appeasement;
more acquaintances, but fewer friends;
more effort, but less success.
WE BUILD more computers to hold more information,
to produce more copies than ever,
but have less communication;
we've become long on quantity,
but short on quality.
These are the times of fast foods and
slow digestion;
tall men, and short character;
steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace,
but domestic warfare;
more leisure and less fun;
more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes,
but more divorce;
of fancier houses, but broken homes.
THESE ARE days of quick trips, disposable diapers,
throwaway morality, one-night stands,
and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.
IT IS A TIME when there is much in the show window
and nothing in the stockroom.
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