Wednesday, August 5, 2009

The Paradox



I frequently ask my husband one question, in getting a fatter paycheck, a bigger home, a nicer car and a fat bank balance what are we losing out on? Our average day starts at 5am, my husband leaves home at 6am and i follow suit at 7.30am. I am normally back home by 7pm and my husband follows up at 7.30pm latest 8pm. By the time i get home , clean and straighten out the house, arrange a meal and have my bath my husband is back. We just have enough energy to greet each other, eat dinner whilst watching the idiot box and then retire for the day. Our day ends as early as 8.30 sometimes or maybe if we are lucky around 9.30 max. Weekends don't help either cause there is housework to do, errands to run. As i ponder over this scenario which is the order of the day 5 days a week (MON-FRIDAY), questions are being thrown at me at high speed about starting a family. FAMILY? BABY? What type of quality time would I being a mother be able to give to my child when i have not even enough time for myself and mu husband. I do calculations in my mind counting the time I can devote to my child and that makes me so sad. One of my friends was kind enough to send me this message written by George Carlin which i found profound thus the urge to put it in my blog and share.

Sharmila

Message by George Carlin:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things..

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less.. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait.. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, ' I love you ' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:


Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away..