There are some stories, amazing stories, life changing
stories, which never get told. A word about it never uttered, a whisper never
escaping the lips of those it is about. “Why is that?” I ask myself very gaily.
Why is it, that the stories that have no real world relevance are the ones that
we are bombarded with on a daily basis? We read these stories to our children
before they go sleep. The knight in shiny armor comes to rescue the princess,
locked in a tower by a witch. A crystal slipper reworked to the mobile phone
for the digital era. A donkey with buck teeth and an ogre looking for love.
These stories, although entertaining, carry across a message of free loving,
smiles and candy to the world. The simple fact, and very harsh fact of the
matter is this; the human race has the potential to love greatly, but we
personally limit this ability greatly within ourselves. Our priorities are not
what they should be. Money has become the leader of man, the motivator of life.
While we hold on to this very skew perception of what which will bring
happiness, we will never, never, never be fulfilled. We will never love like we
can.
When given the option of (1.) wealth or (2.) happiness, the
common human will choose wealth, as we have been deluded to think that we cannot
have one without the other. Here is an example; Can two people be completely
satisfied and happy with life, sitting on an old tattered sofa, with a small
television, watching SABC and holding hands?
I asked this question to a friend of mine the other day, and
they were completely horrified at the very prospect. “…but these people are
clearly poor”, “…why aren’t they at second jobs to try and improve their
situation?” You poor soul, how much you have been missing of the world. Say
these people get their second jobs, and suddenly the income is rolling in, they
buy the new sofa’s and the new flat screen television, with the full satellite
bouquet, would this mean that they will suddenly be happy? “…definitely. How
could they not be?” The answer is simple.
They aren’t. They have become strangers to each other. They
no longer have time to spend together like they used to, and although they have
the new toys, they don’t have the time to enjoy them together. These people,
before, were in love with each other, and yes, although they did not have the
fancy things, or the huge cash flow, they knew each other, they were happy with
each other, they were happy with life. Their expenses were manageable, as there
weren’t many, and they had the time to get to know each other, and love each
other. “…but then they could just make time for each other again. Quit the
extra jobs and go back?” No.
The new flat’s rent has now more expensive, the new cars and
the added little bits and bobs are forcing them to stay at the new jobs.
Otherwise they will drown in debt. They have no other choice but to keep the
second jobs. “…oh, well, I suppose
that’s the price you pay for living the good life.” The good life? Is it really the good life? Becoming
estranged from someone you once knew better than yourself? Being forced to earn
more money, when it wasn’t needed in the first place? To have that added
stress, that unneeded responsibility. Not being able to enjoy the things you
worked and sacrificed to much for?
“No. I suppose not. No”
There are some stories, amazing stories, life changing
stories, which never get told. A word about it never uttered, a whisper never
escaping the lips of those it is about...
What's your story?
Yours
Ry
