Monday, February 6, 2012

People around you are people like you

Wake up and realize the people around you are people like you.

Most people in the world these days living in cities, some upwards of 30 million people, as in the case of Tokyo, Japan. It is likely that you are in a city right now, because this kind of life has become important choice for those of us on Earth, particularly in developed countries. This is not to say that there are many other ways not to exist in our world, but for now this seems to be the structure that remains. In tribal times we lived in contact with nature, surrounded by trees, plants and animals within a close-knit community where everyone was very familiar with all the others. Now, we are still surrounded by aspects of nature, but the people who most represent the life energy that surrounds us in everyday life. One flaw that I realized within this social scenario has to do with humans now see and treat each other.

OK, you're surrounded by people in suits and business clothes run to reach the workplace. There are so many faces that certainly if you tried to take the time to contact all of them are either crazy or be completely emptied of all your mental energy available. However, we have reacted to this situation in a rather questionable. We began to treat each other as we treat our animals, (also a questionable relationship) as if there are only a mass of faceless, nameless bodies. In many moments of our modern technological lifestyle we are now faced with the prospect of talking to machines on mobile, being mentioned as a customer number, rather than our names, and have conversations with each other that are completely devoid of any real significance and treatment.

Take for example the last time you bought a supermarket. You stand in line, a sheep be left to pasture. Finally, it's your turn. You stack all your food (energy source) on the conveyor belt and the clerk checkout 'beep' all elements with their magical laser that will tell how many energy credits (money) is to trade. Now ask yourself honestly, how many times you talk to the cashier? Not only that, "Hello, how are you?" To be polite, but really talking to them as humans, companion spirits and dreams of love like yours. How often do you see these people as equals, as creatures of the same shape as yourself, exactly the same molecules made of light energy? How many times do you realize that is a person who deserves respect and attention as any other family member or friend who refers to you in every moment of your life?

Why have we lost this act of recognition for our brothers, our human family? You'll probably say that we are too busy to think of some 'unknown' that seems to have little regard for our goals in daily life. The queue at the cash is a place for you to contemplate the future, thinking about tasks to do, and find solutions to problems that need to take care of. Who cares what the person does not really 'know' thinks of us?

This leads to another challenge that I will not say too much at this time (maybe next article!) And this is the fact that we are often fully conscious in the present moment. If we truly understood the meaning of every moment and every person who interacts with our lives, we begin to see life as something special and magical, even in everyday situations, and the idea that every moment we have an opportunity to Read more about the world and ourselves.

It 's time for us, once again understand that every person who comes into contact with another individual, not exactly like anyone else in the world. I'm not saying that we should try to speak to every soul within our body space. What I'd like to experience my attention from other humans that involves doing our best to process all that we do get in touch with sincerity.

If we want society to evolve to a state in which our systems of interaction cause good feelings instead of fear and frustration Being Treated as something worth while, the time has come to realize we are all human, all together, and Each different and special.

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