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Old is Gold.
Someday in the future, I hope my child asks me stories of my childhood.
I know I'll start with a smile and end in tears.
When I was young, I had the best childhood that won't even trade it for the world.
I grew up far away from the madding crowds but surrounded by the best people.
We had towering trees and golden rays of light peering through the leaves. Birds perched high on the top chirping and singing the day away. We look up and smile and want to climb up and see the world from high above. We ran around playing hide and seek with our enchanting laughter echoing through the forest. We pick nuts from the wild, wild berries and wildflowers to adorn our hair and around our necks. We get to smile and laugh and live without spending a single dime.
Now my child has to grow up in a different world, it feels like I'm having a nightmare just by the thought of it. Everything is replaced and changed.
Tall trees replaced with skyscrapers, placed on the top are the people whose wealth is as high as their building, beneath them are our leaders whose lives are tied on the strings of the master puppeteer from above. And down below at the bottom are the neglected commoners striving through the day, crawling and begging ignored by their own kind.
The enchanting music and laughter are replaced with echoing sirens, cries, gunshots and moaning. Human life is equal to the value of pets and plants or more so. Hobbies of picking wildflowers and wild berries are replaced with picking trash cans and plastic bottles.
Wildflowers adorning our hair and necks are replaced with all kinds of jewellery.
Back then, we find ourselves lost in the moments of laughter and gayness but now we find ourselves lost in depression and stress. Back then we get lost in the woods searching for nuts and berries but now we get lost in our thoughts and inside our own house finding it hard to get back to reality.
Back then my parents were the happiest people and they wore the sweetest smile even though they had to work very hard because they love what they were doing. Now we can see parents and adults changing professions like changing clothes because they are never content with their profession. I guess this is why our society is corrupted.
Back then we were taught and reminded always to complete our task before noon so we get to spend the rest of the day in leisure. Now we see ourselves working from dawn to dusk but never finishes the work. Nothing is free now, we pay for everything even to the very basic human needs for survival, we pay for the air, wind, water, light, to smile, to laugh, to breathe, to live, etc...
Back then we were blessed with a treasure called time but now it is very rare that even the richest man in the world cannot afford it.
Today our supposedly happy and soulful-spirited children are replaced with remorseful, angry, uncontented and ungrateful ones. Forgetting what life is. Now their lives are like those of programmed AI Robots.
It hurts me to even think of the worst that is more to come. I'll give my best to fight for my children and love them and remind them always that I am their mother and not those gadgets. I pray that my stories will be able to put them to a sweet slumber and not those rhymes from the gadgets who will be my competitor.
I hope someday if I'm blessed with an angel I'll narrate him how I cried while I wrote the lines from my childhood.
© _virhejuN
I know I'll start with a smile and end in tears.
When I was young, I had the best childhood that won't even trade it for the world.
I grew up far away from the madding crowds but surrounded by the best people.
We had towering trees and golden rays of light peering through the leaves. Birds perched high on the top chirping and singing the day away. We look up and smile and want to climb up and see the world from high above. We ran around playing hide and seek with our enchanting laughter echoing through the forest. We pick nuts from the wild, wild berries and wildflowers to adorn our hair and around our necks. We get to smile and laugh and live without spending a single dime.
Now my child has to grow up in a different world, it feels like I'm having a nightmare just by the thought of it. Everything is replaced and changed.
Tall trees replaced with skyscrapers, placed on the top are the people whose wealth is as high as their building, beneath them are our leaders whose lives are tied on the strings of the master puppeteer from above. And down below at the bottom are the neglected commoners striving through the day, crawling and begging ignored by their own kind.
The enchanting music and laughter are replaced with echoing sirens, cries, gunshots and moaning. Human life is equal to the value of pets and plants or more so. Hobbies of picking wildflowers and wild berries are replaced with picking trash cans and plastic bottles.
Wildflowers adorning our hair and necks are replaced with all kinds of jewellery.
Back then, we find ourselves lost in the moments of laughter and gayness but now we find ourselves lost in depression and stress. Back then we get lost in the woods searching for nuts and berries but now we get lost in our thoughts and inside our own house finding it hard to get back to reality.
Back then my parents were the happiest people and they wore the sweetest smile even though they had to work very hard because they love what they were doing. Now we can see parents and adults changing professions like changing clothes because they are never content with their profession. I guess this is why our society is corrupted.
Back then we were taught and reminded always to complete our task before noon so we get to spend the rest of the day in leisure. Now we see ourselves working from dawn to dusk but never finishes the work. Nothing is free now, we pay for everything even to the very basic human needs for survival, we pay for the air, wind, water, light, to smile, to laugh, to breathe, to live, etc...
Back then we were blessed with a treasure called time but now it is very rare that even the richest man in the world cannot afford it.
Today our supposedly happy and soulful-spirited children are replaced with remorseful, angry, uncontented and ungrateful ones. Forgetting what life is. Now their lives are like those of programmed AI Robots.
It hurts me to even think of the worst that is more to come. I'll give my best to fight for my children and love them and remind them always that I am their mother and not those gadgets. I pray that my stories will be able to put them to a sweet slumber and not those rhymes from the gadgets who will be my competitor.
I hope someday if I'm blessed with an angel I'll narrate him how I cried while I wrote the lines from my childhood.
© _virhejuN
