‘The Paradox of our time.’

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more,
but have less; we buy more, but enjoy 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, yet 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, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too
little, 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
hate 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 a new neighbor. We 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 conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less.

We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold
more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less
and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small
character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of
two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.

These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one
night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer,
to quiet, to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the
stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time
when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going
to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to
you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your
side.

Remember to give a warm hug to the one next to you because that is the only
treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent. Remember,
to say, “I love you” to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all
mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep
inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday
that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak
and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

Author:Dr. Moorehead

Book:WORDS APTLY SPOKEN

Where the mind is without fear…

Today I would like to share with you a beautiful poem written by Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore…In fact my blog is named after a certain phrase from this poem…

A brief background about this poem is that it was written in the pre-independance struggle of India. It was a time of national struggle to free ourselves from bondage and the dominance of Britain…It was a time where in a lot of visionaries of India united with one common goal in mind..That is to form a free India which would one day rise to be a strong nation. Today is the 64th Republic Day of India.. I’m blessed to be Indian and proud of my cultural heritage..

It is also a time where in we must reflect on this great poem.. How have we actually progressed as human beings on a larger perspective? Are our values as strong as our forefathers or are they dwindling down? Most importantly how do I free myself and my country from the various evils that cloud us.. It’s time we start a personal revolution…A revolt against all the things that make us slaves and dominate us…A fight to be free in the truest sense….

Let’s ponder on these points as we read the poem :-

 

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;

Where knowledge is free;

Where the world has not be broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;

Where words come out from the depth of truth;

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost it’s way

into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;

Where the mind is led forward by thee

into ever widening thought and action-

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

-Rabindranath Tagore

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