Who Do We Think We Are?

It is so sad to see how the dreams for a better future get crushed under the boots of fate while we are the ones wearing them.Mankind had a good start. Originating from God’s miracle, aliens or an evolved monkey, depending on the views, it looked promising.Important inventions, new achievements, quick development, all made possible under the umbrella of the birth of science. Step by step, we transformed this useful tool into a weapon against ourselves. We made it into an antidote for the poisons we create. We had to poison the food; we had to poison the air; we had to poison even our genes experimenting towards the creation of modern Frankenstein’s, all in favor of faster living, more money and personal growth.
The modern madness is best described in the lyrics of the Fury In The Slaughter House song "Every Generation Got Its Own Disease”:

The more we take, the less we give;
That’s the modern way to live.


My question is: What do we need all of this money for if soon we’ll kill our own planet, respectively ourselves? Where are we rushing to-Death?

Death will find it’s way, we don’t need to hurry to the first counter and buy the last one way ticket. It hurts me to see that while we all strive to be more and more professional we are becoming less and less human. While we brake our heads for more and faster income, bigger, more luxurious houses, cars which make us choke, clothes we proudly wear to pretend in, while we turn away from every person in need which addresses us for help as their last hope, living this fake and manufactured product we call life, we forgot the fundamental thing which makes us human-The conscience. We hurt, we hate, we kill, we envy, we destroy and we don’t give a damn. We don’t know how to love and we are clumsy in receiving it.We live in formalities and need to provide as much artificiality as possible to look away from the true problem, our inner messy worlds of endless dissatisfaction. Burying deep the inner chaos, suffering, loneliness, low self-esteem, emotional discomfort, tons of stress and insecurity, we arise bitter. In the endless and pointless competition against time and the race to forget, we managed to break out in space but not into our own hearts. Synthetic and heartless relations are summed up best in the "Fury" line:

The love is gone and what we’ve got is sweet perfume of sex and blood.

As such we are unacceptable to the higher conscience, the global conscience. We cannot maintain our camouflaged hell by squashing all the voices of reason. It is time that we listen.
We have millions of experts but a handful of honest, good and caring people. We need to increase that army not to continue the wars of various interests but to bring peace. We can all do this, every day, in our own way. I am not suggesting we should wipe off professions, I am only suggesting that we add more of a human angle in everything we do. Let’s recall how to love, to forgive and to help.

These are the fundaments of every religion but we have mastered in turning them towards one another.