Hey--didnt you see me wave?
"How are you?"-"Im just fine, and you?"-"Oh just fine". How many times a day do we hear this conversation? How often are we involved in one ourselves? Let me pse just one more inquiry: How many times do we truthfully answer the question? If, instead of answering "Im fine", one replaced it with "Actually, my great-aunt had a mild stroke last Wednesday and she'll be in the hospital for awhile. My kids are driving me up the wall and sometimes I have to give them candy to make them stop fighting. Bruce and I have been arguing worse and worse as of late; we're really on the brink of a separation I think", one might get a look of bewilderment and uneasiness. The honest truth is that no one really cares.
Sometimes I am mistaken for secretive because I refrain from vocalizing my problems. It is completely justified for people to unload troubles on the waiting shoulders of friends and loved ones. It is a burden we bear as humanity. Humankind is a web of sorts. We have an obligation of support to each other. I completely encourage this. However, I believe that the world has gone through an alteration which has left it desensitized and self-interested. If it cannot see the benefit it will reap, it chooses not to put forth the effort.
The fact that men care not about the worries and affairs of other men poses to me a serious concern. Why is it that we have lost our empathy, and even our sympathy? Have the worries of the world increased? I don't think so. The nature of some of those worries have changed, but the poor still have their set of worries, and the rich have theirs. Some even overlap. Is it that the world revolves around money, business, and schedules? We don't have time to sit and listen to another person the way we used to have.
In this interest, I have performed my own little experiment. I have a habit of smiling at everyone who passes my way. At times this gets depressing because I often get a puzzled look, a disgusted look, or no reaction at all. About half of the people return a polite smile. One or two joyful souls smile with their mouths and eyes. Some, eve, show their scorn by shooting me needles with their glares. This is an inexplicable mystery. Even delving into my imagination I can't justify that response from so many people. I've concluded that it is a mild side effect of the desensitization of the world.
Until we learn that the relationships between people are as important as the relationships between businesses and between countries, we can never hope to once again be perceptive and open to the prospects of helping another with nothing to gain. As for now, you can donate your car to charity and feel good about it. Of course, charitable donation can all be written off come tax time anyway.
Sometimes I am mistaken for secretive because I refrain from vocalizing my problems. It is completely justified for people to unload troubles on the waiting shoulders of friends and loved ones. It is a burden we bear as humanity. Humankind is a web of sorts. We have an obligation of support to each other. I completely encourage this. However, I believe that the world has gone through an alteration which has left it desensitized and self-interested. If it cannot see the benefit it will reap, it chooses not to put forth the effort.
The fact that men care not about the worries and affairs of other men poses to me a serious concern. Why is it that we have lost our empathy, and even our sympathy? Have the worries of the world increased? I don't think so. The nature of some of those worries have changed, but the poor still have their set of worries, and the rich have theirs. Some even overlap. Is it that the world revolves around money, business, and schedules? We don't have time to sit and listen to another person the way we used to have.
In this interest, I have performed my own little experiment. I have a habit of smiling at everyone who passes my way. At times this gets depressing because I often get a puzzled look, a disgusted look, or no reaction at all. About half of the people return a polite smile. One or two joyful souls smile with their mouths and eyes. Some, eve, show their scorn by shooting me needles with their glares. This is an inexplicable mystery. Even delving into my imagination I can't justify that response from so many people. I've concluded that it is a mild side effect of the desensitization of the world.
Until we learn that the relationships between people are as important as the relationships between businesses and between countries, we can never hope to once again be perceptive and open to the prospects of helping another with nothing to gain. As for now, you can donate your car to charity and feel good about it. Of course, charitable donation can all be written off come tax time anyway.