Imagining people walking for kilometres to fetch water or sell their produce or just go to school, and then recognising myself cursing when i don't get a seat on the way to office. Why do i get angry? Knowing that traffic is erratic and irritating, and being aware that grumbling under the helmet is of no use, why do i still suffer from road rage?
Then, imagining everything that we're exposed to in a city, at work, in a big, goal-driven society; crudely cocooned there.
Of what 'use' is this frantic hurry and want, when you're eventually going to lose? why not enjoy each moment? is being relaxed or is taking one's time being unproductive? or unambitious?
time to get a 'grip' on myself.
very true..I feel the same...it seems to me that most people in cities have forgotten what it feels like being human..instead they are just a lump of zombies driven by a clock...!!
ReplyDeleteyes, zombies driven by clocks and pushed by their wallets.
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