CHANGES

Old glory days..

Fashion changes. Ever.

“Where did our Arsenal go?” is a phrase I've seen many times from deluded fans of the football club I support. You see, dear reader, this famous and big club has failed to win a trophy now for a third of the period that the current giant, Manchester United went through and it’s normal to feel agitated and complain. 8 years without a trophy is no joke and it requires massive loyalty to still support such a club, but that’s a story for another day.

The world has been changing since its formation. Whether you believe in the Darwian theory or the creation one, the bottom-line is our lovely planet is dynamic, always has and will forever be. A geology-obsessed fellow I am, I can for sure give evidence of the constant change that has taken place in our world. Another change that’s always been there is in man.

The human species is a funny lot. Either we never reach the point of contentment or we’re too adventurous to settle with the normal. At the same time, a contradiction of sorts is when we’re told that people dislike change. I am not so old but I’ve lived quite some time to bear witness that change happening in our world today is too fast for most of us to handle. Whether in fashion, how people relate or even in the way we worship God nowadays, the change sweeping in our societies is too fast. Maybe I am old fashioned as some friends point out to me but I propose we take a reality check.

Even facebook aint the same no more

I logged onto Facebook the other day and the first line of this question resonated in my mind, well, with ‘facebook’ and not ‘Arsenal’. Not so long ago the most popular social medium in the world was an avenue of meeting new people, posting experiences and feelings and such originally intended uses. But on my timeline was the photo of a nude man and what was written shocked me. You know what I’m talking about. Prostitution is now marketed on social media, blasphemy advocated for in our timelines and moral decay exhibited for all to see.

I watch TV and almost get sick, not because I am a holier than thou kinda person but even something as innocent as a love song is portrayed in such a wicked manner that one ends up longing for the days of boys bands when lyrics sounded as is if straight from Shakespeare and not the referring of ladies as ‘female dogs’.

Changes, changes, changes.

Process seems to have been discarded a long time ago in our age. Everything seems to be done as fast as possible. That’s what the world demands. Why wait for your marriage night to give your virginity to your soul mate, they ask? Why learn to cook yet you can buy readymade food in a supermarket, they suggest. Why stand by your morals and remain single you are told, rather subliminally…I actually have no solution to this rushing train called change. It actually is inevitable. But maybe someone will choose to be different. To be a speed bump among your peers cause that’s what we utterly need, speed bumps.