Too many humans are stubborn in their conviction that the objects they cannot obtain will assure them the happiness they have so long been trying to grasp. I cannot rid myself of this anger toward the materialist sickness that seems to linger like a virus. How do we find a cure, or a sensible way of living with it, without letting it pester our daily lives and the future that lies so frail and vulnerable at the tip of our fingers? I'm torn. Torn between the longing for another pair of sunglasses, or a cream that will eradicate the mishaps on my skin, and the release of these silly 'necessities'. But it's not so simple, to resist the objects that whet our senses and bring a hunger that cannot be quenched. We strive to develop, consider ourselves far advanced from the civilisations a few hundred years ago. Or the peoples in the third world. We are not so different. Our ways of communicating are constantly becoming more efficient and the pressure on us to constantly evolve, digress from our past is forcing us into a lonely corner where we fend off any competition and believe we can hide away in the luxurious apartment with the wide screen TV. In our nature, we're all the same. Our drives vary to some extent, but stripped of our 'treasures' not much sets us apart as human beings. We should learn, in the West to sometimes sit back, realise that not everything is about efficiency, try to spend valuable time with elders, the younger. It's not about laziness, but about QUALITY. The word and its concept seems to have disappeared from our lives and instead taken the superficial form in objects that we pay hefty fees for to convince ourselves that it is quality. I do not speak for a return to a society where there was lack of food, or where we give up the ambition to achieve anything. For after all, technology in itself is not such a bad idea. But seeing mothers on maternal leave, strolling with their prams, profusely shouting into the phone, makes you think... what about the baby in the pram, with its wide-open eyes curious to learn about the world. Does his mother ever give enough time to speak to him?

I need to vent...