Yes, I do realize that I blog both sporadically and without any particular focus. Nonetheless, it should be evident that I like writing and everything associated with it. Except perhaps double-negatives, I don’t know how I feel about double negatives.
Anyway, I have a lot going on right now. Who doesn’t? I’ve recently come across something that I find distressing, so I will write about it. The truth is that we live in a capitalist world of materialistic people. There is no doubt about that. The other truth is that we live in a world of hypocrites, men and women who claim to love animals while eating chicken wings or bacon. That’s something that I’m not going to go near, because non-vegetarians have sensitive egos.
The whole point of the article I’m writing now is to state how strange it is how people are changing. We have all these movies and books about the frightening possibilities of AI, all the ways that advanced AI (artificial intelligence) could override humanity on Earth. All that thought about machines, and no one is realising that we are becoming the machines. The word ‘sentiment’ has gone from being an endearment to an insult.
What’s brought us to this phase of thought that almost borders on Darwinism? Survival of the fittest. We live in a world of amenities, where arts and literature thrive, where creative thought has often caused as much of a revolution as scientific discovery. Yet here we are all, giving importance to money over all else, time and time again.
I’m not going to elaborate why this is the issue I’m writing about today. It’s all around us, everyday. For those living in the west, they see it in horrible wastage of money and resources for frivolous reasons. We use water indiscriminately, knowing that less than 1% of the fresh water on the planet is potable. We squander electricity even with the knowledge that there are people who live in complete darkness after sunset.
Why is it that no one has recognized this phenomenon of decreasing empathy? People come up with the phrase ‘love yourself’, but we should add something to that. Love yourself, with moderation. It’s possible to sacrifice things even while loving yourself and taking care of yourself, a fact that many of our generation seem to not recognize.
Tyagi. The word itself is a poem. I’m not saying that we all should donate all our wealth, wear saffron and embark on a one-way trip to the Himalayas, but think before you spend. Before you choose money over matter. Before you start loving objects more than people. I understand the allure. Objects don’t lie, they don’t cheat, they don’t betray and that is enticing. But objects never love you back either.
Weirdly philosophical or else just plain drivel. It’s upto you to choose.