Isn’t it strange how much we can become philosophers when forced to stay inside our small houses which only get smaller as the days are passing by? Now that we are forced to limit our world to a precise number of square meters, our ideas somehow become clearer.
For instance, I’ve started to think about how much time we’re wasting; me as an individual and us as an entire generation. How much spoiled most of us are. How little patience we have. How lazy we are becoming. How shallow and artificial..
I then realize I might be too harsh on “us”. Was our parents’ generation much different, anyway? Was it?
Ok, let me not confuse you, but there is this theory I have about the whole topic. I’ll try to simplify it this way:
It seems that every 2 or 3 generations, there are global events or incidents which happen. The reason is, I think, the fact that just like our generation, every 3rd or 4th generation after a major global event loses the feeling of meaningful purpose, and becomes hollow and focused on the silliest things in life.
That is why, eventually, we need to be shaken. Not by our parents or schools or governments; we don’t exactly give these attention anymore. We need to be shaken by a greater power, shaken awake from our delusions about how powerful we are. From time to time, we need to be reminded that we are very small creatures in a very large universe. As simple as that.
So, yes it is true that this isn’t a WW3, and I hope we’ll never witness one, but it must be enough an awakening for all of us.
We will overcome it, and we shall be thankful and humble for a considerable number of years afterwards, and shall focus on the things that really matter.
I don’t know about you, but I personally look forward to witnessing that.