The Paradox of Our Time

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 it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time. More degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get angry too
quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, and watch TV too much.

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, yet still have trouble crossing the street to meet our new neighbor. We’ve 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 split 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; have higher incomes, but lower morals; more food, and less appeasement. We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less and less communication. We’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short characters; steep profits, and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more food, and less nutrition. These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. Of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away 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 show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology has brought this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or just to hit delete…

- Dr. Bob Moorehead
Dealing with taunting thoughts that you know you shouldn't be be having and  refuse to go away suck. Crushing is actually so annoying and bothersome. The fact that I'm crushing on a guidance counselor at my high school whose not even my guidance counselor is just down right awkward. Is this even morally accepted? Does this happen in real life? How did this even happen? This guidance counselor is a religious Muslim who works out every morning, has nice caramel skin and a pleasant smile. I'd met this person of interest in the tenth grade but payed little attention. Back then he was a special eds teacher I'd rarely ever see. Once I was sent to his room to spend my spare because technically speaking tenth graders couldn't have spares but nonetheless I  had no class that period. As I sat there killing time, he came up to me and recommended things to do in order to spend my time productively. One of these suggests was offering me the Katab, the holy book of Islam,  to practice reciting. Sadly, as I was not as religious back then as I am now, I declined. Fast forward to now, senior year where my friends have to deal with me regularly drooling all over him. Mind you, I still don't see him often nor do I know of his ethnicity which intrigues me.

As I have become more religious, my perception of things have changed drastically. My Deen, which is associated with Islam, has become the number one thing in my life as of right now and I'm constantly in search of knowledge. I'm no where near the point I'd liked to be at, but if God's willing, I will.  What I've been able to conclude are some qualities I want in a mate. First and foremost, I need him fully invested in the Deen, to help increase mine. A person who is religious has a greater understanding of the world and is essentially a million times more attractive.


+The fact that i mentioned him on my blog and said the word mate kills me. Pray for me.