To meditate
The paradox of our time in history is that we have higher buildings, but less patience; tracks of high speed, but the narrowest perspective to buy more, and to enjoy less. We have greater houses and small families; comforts, but less time; titles, but less common feeling; knowledge, but less understanding; expert, but more problems; medicines, but less health.
We took much, we smoked others, we spent in an unrestrained fashion, we laughed very little, we handled enough express, we rose enough afternoon, we woke up enough tired, we read rarely, we see too much TV and we prayed not very often. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We spoke much, we loved rarely and we hated frequently. We have learned like making a way of life, but a way not to live; we have added more years to our life, but not more life to our years. There are do until the returned moon and, but we did not make an effort in crossing the street and knowing our new neighbor.
We have conquered the outer space, but not our internal space. We have made great things, but nonbetter things. We have cleaned the air, but contaminated our core. We have divided the atom, but not our prejudice.
We make more plans, but we did not finish them. We have learned to hurry, but not to hope. We constructed more computers to maintain more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we have less communication.
They are the fast times of meals and slow digestions; of low high men and character; exorbitant gains and superficial relations. These are the times of world-wide peace, but of domestic wars; pastimes, but less diversion; types of meals, but less nutrition.
These are days of the income, but more divorces; of fantastic houses, but more destroyed homes. These are disposable days of fast trips, diapers, not to give importance to the morality, to take the things to the light one, bodies with overload and pills that do of everything, from giving you happiness to killing yourself.
It's a time when there is much in the counter and nothing in the warehouse; a time when the technology can give this letter and a time when you can choose between sharing this discernment or to only forget it...
Unknown Author
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