Dear  Adnan,

How do I even begin to reply to your insightful blog post? THIS MAN.

We are so incredibly self-absorbed. It’s something that all of us humans are. But having recently spent 6 weeks in a developing country, one of the biggest things that shocked me coming home was just how apathetic we are in the West.

Not to say that this only happens in the West. It happens everywhere. But it’s amazing to see the culturally-specific ways we do it here. Whether it’s huffing about the traffic, feeling proud over our superior knowledge of an indie band that doesn’t even know we exist, or simply treating people as objects.

We rarely take the time to think about anyone else. Its impossible for us. I honestly think that are brains aren’t big enough. But I wish people at least cared about caring about others.

I was talking about this with Alex today and she shared a very interesting thought: it’s like the people here are just so busy all the time and yet, there’s nothing to show for it.

We spend so much time amassing all of this material junk. And it is so temporary. Advertisers are constantly trying to convince us how much we need some new trinket, and within months, it becomes disposable, voided of any value and traded in for the latest toy. And what kills me is that initially, we do feel really happy. It feels great to amass all of this crap, just so you can sleep in a pile of your own junk. Except when that temporary delight wears off and you find yourself wanting more.

And what do we really have?  It seems that in this pursuit for wealth, success and happiness, we’ve pushed aside one of the key things required to surviving as a human: community.

I’ll bust a quote on you too:

“What do people get for all their hard work under the sun? Generations come and generations go, but the earth never changes. The sun rises and the sun sets, then hurries around to rise again. The wind blows south, and then turns north. Around and around it goes, blowing in circles. Rivers run into the sea, but the sea is never full. Then the water returns again to the rivers and flows out again to the sea. Everything is wearisome beyond description. No matter how much we see, we are never satisfied. No matter how much we hear, we are not content. History merely repeats itself. It has all been done before. Nothing under the sun is truly new. Sometimes people say, “Here is something new!” But actually it is old; nothing is ever truly new. We don’t remember what happened in the past, and in future generations, no one will remember what we are doing now.”

And how will we ever get out of this labyrinth?

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