1440 minutes seem like barely enough time to live al-right, but we dote on that 1440 everyday. As I mention such a number, I often wonder what it was like to live in the 1400s. Imagine being amongst people who know nothing about some things we know now, yet who knew everything about what we dont know about then, perhaps more of what we could have known. Disparate time. Now versus then and of course, love. I also ponder on how love has changed, its meaning, its force and its battle. The changes are manifesting/ have manifested not just in our intimate relatings, but in every aspect of human interconnection – in the structure and purpose of the family, in friendships, in our social identification in community, nation and biosphere, and integrally with these, in our relationships to ourselves, everything? There is a quantum leap occurring in the meaning of love. Love now incorporates economics for instance. Sacrifices no longer being selfless but we must now expect to gain something for every gesture and deed we exchange. There is no one option for us, we want many, we are greedy. Opportunity cost; The cost of an alternative that must be forgone in order to pursue a certain action. Put another way, the benefits you could have received by taking an alternative action. In other words, there is no meaning in one (1) true love. Or if there is, it means it is unfair, imperfect and liaised with modern paraphernalia. Sounds exhausting.
It now seems like a revolution, in that, we are replacing history instead of creating it, we are… destroying it. Too bad the “pros” of the technological area suggest more technology. I mean, we watch television, we’re on the internet everyday; we see the exertion in those that dare to be different. Those that attempt to keep tradition alive. *Deep breath* The revolution of the dependency, adoration and religious-like devotion to social media and its outlets in relation to human emotion, connection and relationships… *exhale*. Females not being able to portray confidence and beauty without social likes, commentary compliments, crowds and company. Similarly, males. A relationship based on 3 things, a couple and a public medium. A safe zone. Somewhere for refuge in the midst of an argument, celebration or fight. Since neglecting the person you love isn’t enough, incorporate being faithful to a social site as well. I’m actually talking about an attachment; perhaps emotional; to applications that run our 1440 from 1440 to 140, 14, 4, 1, 0. What exactly are we left with as humans. Do we even define things for ourselves, anymore? Gee, thanks Internet protocol suite. You’ve now created an unconscious devotion to social modernity that if not already completely erases the need for Shakespeare-like love, affection, and endearment from the human heart (mind).
So if I were to tarry even further back to the 1400s. Perhaps, the 7th or 8th century. A time when warriors lived on the earth and their dedication constituted protection on mankind, the ones they fought for; who bled for and fed the earth’s soil. Loyalty amongst men and women to survive. Men like ancient Spartans whose society was carefully constructed around a strict moral code and sense of duty, and its people underwent extreme hardships and deprivation on their way to becoming accepted as full citizens. As grueling as Sparta’s martial education system could be, the soldier’s life was the only option for young men who wished to become equal citizens, or “Homoioi.” According to the edicts of the Spartan lawmaker and reformer Lycurgus, male citizens were legally prevented from choosing any occupation other than the military. This commitment could last for decades, as warriors were required to remain on reserve duty until the age of 60. Sounds harsh. Indeed it was, but I stress the concept of commitment and surrender despite history and hardship. We haven’t learnt anything from Ancient/Greek warriors, we only watch/watched the movies and detest how is it possible that people once lived that way and that some things deserve its place in history and should never re-materialize.
How are we ever going to seek beyond abstraction without first embracing the fact that we are wrong, or headed the wrong way. No two human beings will ever think the same; maybe alike, but never the same. And this sad verity is multiplied until 7 billion people are thinking differently yet we have the nerve to call one another the human race. Correct, this sure is a race. Who can become most nescient first. Who can destroy love first? Who can become the first robot without any mechanical interference? We are giving ourselves away freely in the wrong set of hands. Hands that cannot comfort us, to conversations that cannot stimulate us and to a future that cannot sustain us. Who really has our attention? who do we really love, the person in front of us or the benefits of what is behind them. “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.” — Don’t neglect this, don’t take love for granted. Don’t neglect your 1440.