Experience counts a lot. That’s what I feel and everyone else I suppose. That’s why they count experience when they give a job to some person. But with the cover, with everything artificial covering us all, we forget the gist of things. We forget that we are all just tiny living creatures on this infinitesimally small planet in the huge huge huge universe called the earth. And that our ego, our sorrows, our cries are such small specks of dust that it wouldn’t even count. It wouldn’t matter whether you wear a blue tie or a red one to that party damn it…it just wouldn’t matter. Yet it matters, because the world we live in is small and we do everything small. It pains if we have the tinniest scar. We cough when those microscopic viruses enter our system. It matters. And it leaves me bewildered – the enormity and microscopic-ism of nature!
Yet, I have a complaint when people all around just forget our smallness in the whole big picture and just remember their bigness in this small world. What scares me is that they are ignorant about the fact that it is a small world and that we are vulnerable – extremely vulnerable to the rest of the universe that is so big big big. We are living – balanced by such complicated – no where to be found resources and we brag!
We are pathetically vulnerable to the ozone and the oxygen and the water and the land. Yet we brag of the new diamond ring and the Gucci leather bag. I have a bigger car than yours and mine is a better sandal. We are lost in the world of petty things like sandals and bags, hair style and nail style, mobile phones and the latest music system – imagine!
Okay, chocolates are good. Some chocolates are v. good. Beaches are beautiful. Hiking in a cool green forest is out of the world. Wild life safari is amazing. And watching sea creatures are fascinating. And we have our own preferences when enjoying stuff – and some of them just happen to be bedecking ourselves with expensive leather goods and fur coats. When we are really into all these we forget that we are but a miniscule part of the twinkling star above us. And we sing innocently to the sibling – Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are! We fail to explain him that such a lovely twinkle but belong to a mass of various gases unimaginable to his little brain. And the little brain remains little to think of it as an innocent star of his innocent childhood.
It should be a healthy debate on how seriously we should take these issues? Should we just enjoy life – scatter plastic all around us? Dirty the rivers and lakes? Ride ac-ed cars? Or should we be a little more conscious of the Al Gore advocacy and take in the inconvenient truth?
Ramble on…
