with bittersweet countenance that I write this. A pale and
fragile veil of autumn lingers still on this late-summer
morning. Those warm, humid mornings of just a few weeks ago have
gone and have been replaced by some mysterious early harbinger
of fall. One morning not too long from now, I will awaken to
find the world frosted white with delicate crystals of ice and
I'll wonder where summer has gone. It seems I barely got to know
her before she left me.
In this world of so many with so much there are far too many with very little or nothing at all, and the gap between them continues to widen. A dangerous chasm between them is growing and when it becomes too deep and too wide, we will find that many will be consumed by this chasm of humanity's creation.
Even love seems to have lost its meaning. Somewhere a wife is cheating on her husband or a husband is cheating on his wife. Somewhere there are lovers keeping secrets from each other, living secret lives, enraptured the euphoria and allure of forbidden fun that comes from doing what they know is not right. All over the world right now there are men and women with hearts broken by those they have trusted, looking for solace in all the wrong places.
Friendship, too, has
been diluted by sites like Facebook and MySpace which have
turned the word "friends" into a meaningless mélange of
superficial acquaintances and a crazy, fruitless contest to see
who can have the most "friends". The word friends has lost its
meaning -diluted by a new generation connected by iPhones,
computers, text messages, instant messages and messages
left by clandestine identities and displayed on a "friend's"
Facebook wall. Facebook and MySpace and sites of their ilk have
created a sub-culture of pseudo-friends and one
wonders whether future generations
will even care about face-to-face, human, interaction. We're
heading into an era where it's Facebook-to-Facebook interaction
as reality melts away and humanity becomes beams of electrons,
traveling at the speed of light, connecting "friends" to
"friends". How will the word "friends" be defined decades from
I feel so different
from the rest of the world. So isolated, so alone, and so empty.
My mind is filled with good thoughts this morning, still I ache
for the sense that I belong to this human race - this humanity
that seems to be out of control like a runaway train headed down
steep, dark, foreboding mountain terrain.
Should the river of time take me around the next bend, then winter will at some point become the messenger of spring and the rebirth of life and hope that it always brings.
I am the captain of a ship I cannot steer, sailing on an ocean I cannot see. I cannot know what lies ahead and I cannot go back and gather up the things I've left behind. Yet my life will inevitably be measured by those things. Those who come after me will only know me by the things I left behind.
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