Today is one of my few bad mood days - they don't appear often, but when they do, they're really bad.
It occasionally happens that I see through the cellophane wrapping of our supermarket society: the profit above person mentality where more ingenious ways are devised everyday to deceive people in spending their hard earned cash on products they don't need. It is all about the money - 'show me the money, honey'.
From market psychology tactics, putting candy at the check-outs to Fast Food chains targeting children with cheap toys: all clever devices to catch you in the ever growing consumerist net. You are sold foods that make you fat, so that you can spend more money on self-help books, teaching you the 'secrets' of staying slim.
Look at Hollywood films these days: high production 'value', with spectacular visual effects, glossy lighting and celebrity laden embroidery - but in the end as empty as a celebrity gossip magazine. And why? Because it makes money. Hollywood doesn't make movies anymore; it makes money.
And we fall for it, time and time again. Why can't we just for once in our lives, stop and get some sense in our heads again? Why can't we just stop spending time and money on stuff we don't need, and rather invest it in our children's proper education - not spoiling them with PlayStation to keep their whining, poorly state-educated mouths shut? Why do we put up with big companies like Argos' slogan: Don't Christmas it, Argos it? What nonsense is that? Don't Christmas it, Argos it...Can we even remember what Christmas is all about? Never mind the religious background - Christams is a time for family gathering; to stop working and spending quality time with the ones we love.
Where did we take the wrong turn? When did we become so superficial? It's all about celebrities' lives, cosmetic surgery, suing the hospitals, getting a better deal, getting a bigger house, car or boat...
And then we find ourselves on a death bed one day - not remembering our house, car or boat; not our precious botox face or bygone celebrity obsessions - but we remember our grandmother's old-aged-morphed hands, clumsily patting us on the shoulder. We remember the first time we made love and the laughter of our children playing on the beach. We remember the colours of the seasons, the goosebumps we get when climbing into a hot bath and the summer grass under our naked feet as we ran though the sprinklers as children...
I so wish that we could return to what really matters. I deeply wish that we could awaken from our shallow consumerist stupor, and see life for what it really is: not a glossy, money driven sex, drugs and rock and roll frenzy; but a mythical wondrous miracle filled with honest love and respect for ourselves, those around us and our mother Earth...
It occasionally happens that I see through the cellophane wrapping of our supermarket society: the profit above person mentality where more ingenious ways are devised everyday to deceive people in spending their hard earned cash on products they don't need. It is all about the money - 'show me the money, honey'.
From market psychology tactics, putting candy at the check-outs to Fast Food chains targeting children with cheap toys: all clever devices to catch you in the ever growing consumerist net. You are sold foods that make you fat, so that you can spend more money on self-help books, teaching you the 'secrets' of staying slim.
Look at Hollywood films these days: high production 'value', with spectacular visual effects, glossy lighting and celebrity laden embroidery - but in the end as empty as a celebrity gossip magazine. And why? Because it makes money. Hollywood doesn't make movies anymore; it makes money.
And we fall for it, time and time again. Why can't we just for once in our lives, stop and get some sense in our heads again? Why can't we just stop spending time and money on stuff we don't need, and rather invest it in our children's proper education - not spoiling them with PlayStation to keep their whining, poorly state-educated mouths shut? Why do we put up with big companies like Argos' slogan: Don't Christmas it, Argos it? What nonsense is that? Don't Christmas it, Argos it...Can we even remember what Christmas is all about? Never mind the religious background - Christams is a time for family gathering; to stop working and spending quality time with the ones we love.
Where did we take the wrong turn? When did we become so superficial? It's all about celebrities' lives, cosmetic surgery, suing the hospitals, getting a better deal, getting a bigger house, car or boat...
And then we find ourselves on a death bed one day - not remembering our house, car or boat; not our precious botox face or bygone celebrity obsessions - but we remember our grandmother's old-aged-morphed hands, clumsily patting us on the shoulder. We remember the first time we made love and the laughter of our children playing on the beach. We remember the colours of the seasons, the goosebumps we get when climbing into a hot bath and the summer grass under our naked feet as we ran though the sprinklers as children...
I so wish that we could return to what really matters. I deeply wish that we could awaken from our shallow consumerist stupor, and see life for what it really is: not a glossy, money driven sex, drugs and rock and roll frenzy; but a mythical wondrous miracle filled with honest love and respect for ourselves, those around us and our mother Earth...
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