Signs of Life

Today many people in London have descended on those institutions that they believe have cheated them out of their future. It is like a fair ground of protesting, pick a ride and win a prize....

To get a coherent idea of what the protesters want is impossible, as the press have succeeded in diluting each protest message into one: some people are not happy. This is one of the most positive signs that I have seen yet that people on the ground do care. What they care about is definitely up for debate, but the mere fact that political mobilization is taking place can only be seen as a step in the direction that we all need to make: the direction of involvement. We are all a part of this society, and the quicker we realise that we all contribute, the quicker we can use our voices.

Necessary Evils

The times are decidedly tough... or so we would be lead to believe. Having grown up in a society and a time that thrives on growth and expansion at all costs we have neglected the most basic of principles: crop rotation.

If our growth potential was unlimited (as many would want the average consumer to believe) then we would have grown infinitely quicker, stronger and bolder than we currently have.

All growth comes at a cost: time and resources, and if we are under the illusion that our only constraint is access and time with our resources, then we will ultimately expand significantly. This is of course not the case, we are doomed to live in cycles the way that the rest of the planet does.

Just look at the seasons, the plants, the animals.... they take the bad with the good. In our endless search for the "good" we have neglected to take note of the cost - our "bad". Companies need this cycle, just as do ideas, inspirations, societies. We are just in denial, showing how selfish we have become... chasing endless summers with the aid of air travel. So have we chased the endless summer of economic growth. I am of the opinion that the world needs hardship, otherwise we would not know what a good thing was...

Time is short

Time is not really worth that much to me... I have realised that no matter what I do, I will never be doing the thing that I want most... regardless, the grass is always greener, period.

With this in mind I visited Camden this weekend, and found that it has become a place devoid of substance, and dominated by the want of money. It made me think of musicians and symbols of freedom and conflict (healthy debate and angst) that exist within the UK and I found myself wanting. There is no rebellion, there is no culture, there is just no time.

The young are dying, one day at a time, and we have killed them with complacency and advertising one hour at a time... constantly giving them things to want instead of need, to give the reins of intellectual leadership over to them, instead of directing their knowledge... We have succeeded in creating nothing of value... Good job.

The limits of our time

To say that we do not learn from history, would be to say that each day the sun does not rise, nor set. The truth is that we care not for the experiences of the past, we care only for our own experiences, and our own destiny.

It is hope that makes us try, and it is hope that makes us fail. We try to change the present and affect the future, as there are always outcomes that we would prefer in any given situation. It our hope for a preferable outcome that strips our minds of all of the lessons that we have learned from the past. So, has there been a time when we have had such information gathering and collaboration as now? If so are there lessons that we should be learning? If we really are on the verge of an informational revolution, then would it not be best to take a look behind us and ponder this before we go ahead?

Only one thing is for certain: our generation will learn either way, even if those after us don't...