Words, words and more words, whiether the actions
At some point, I have to wonder the nature of things and people around us and the manner in which we all love talking until we have no more to talk. Democritus, an Ancient Greek pre-Socratic philosopher primarily remembered today for his formulation of an atomic theory of the universe, once said “It is greed to want to do all the talking but not to want to listen at all”. With added fora in which we can simply blurt out every feeling, every emotion and every sentiment that we have inside of us, we eventually resemble empty vessels that make the most noise. Where is the work when each time someone does a virtue, they must plaster the story everywhere? We have been talking so much, that almost everyone in our radar, knows about us, and we about them. And yes, because we love talking about others, we are barely keeping any secrets too. Of course, everything has a fairly good explanation, or so the story goes, but amidst all this self created noise, how much time is left for us to abide in silence and listen – listen to the inner voice at times, listen to the pains and agonies of others, and then doing that for which we were created? Addiction to technology is not good just as addiction to anything else, and whereas technology is immensely powerful today, if only we could harness a fraction of its potential, we would not have the time to grumble, moan and bemean. I mean I have to wonder, is there an end to all this? Eventually, we also fail to be part of our societies in a meaningful way because the first criteria of membership is the ability to self-talk, to talk even when not necessary, basically simply being noisy. I know well that Allah (SWT) created us for a purpose, and once I know about it, I must do some work towards its attainment. I elect not to join these vain groupings whose only core function is to spread news and wild theories, for it robs away precious little time that I may have remaining in this life.
