If the world will stop for a minute....
If the world will stop for a Minute.
Sometimes I wish everything around me will stop for a minute. I wish the world will stop rotating on its axis, sometimes I wish that every living creature will stop to observe a moment of silence for a minute, a moment when everything but our hearts will stop moving. A moment, that will for a minute, change the status quo of everyday routine.
In the year 2001, after a year in the United States, I visited one of my uncles in New York City. I heard of the “BIG APPLE” as one of the worlds busiest cities. As curios as I was being a new comer, I was able make some observation that indeed justified the city to be one of the world’s busiest cities. I saw men dress up in business suit riding scoters to work; some with black leather brief cases racing to catch either a taxi or subway. Everybody was running, jogging, fast walking or doing something that made them appeared busy. No one had the time for salutations. That was my first day in New York.
Second day in New York City was like a replay of yesterday. It seems like a daily routine that is carried out by everybody. Nothing seems to change. My second observation was the media. News papers come out everyday. Everyday there is some kind of news to report; the electronic media takes to the air ways crowding the minds of their audiences with programs of the same pattern on a daily basis. When the sun goes down, the streets lights up with subliminal messages from all sources of media institutions, Bars and night clubs are engaged, and overpopulated with the same people that walked the streets during the day.
From this observation, I concluded that New York City is not the only city in the united State of America that experiences this compiling ritual of busy bodies. Other cities, towns and sections are also busy. In some nucleus family, children fell neglected because their parents made vows to join the busy wagon. They have come up with the saying that time is money. Some want to live the so call American dream therefore; they work two to three jobs leaving no time for their family.
If the entire world will stop just for a minute, at least, they will realize that for the first time in the history of mankind, the unusual have happened.
Sometimes I wish everything around me will stop for a minute. I wish the world will stop rotating on its axis, sometimes I wish that every living creature will stop to observe a moment of silence for a minute, a moment when everything but our hearts will stop moving. A moment, that will for a minute, change the status quo of everyday routine.
In the year 2001, after a year in the United States, I visited one of my uncles in New York City. I heard of the “BIG APPLE” as one of the worlds busiest cities. As curios as I was being a new comer, I was able make some observation that indeed justified the city to be one of the world’s busiest cities. I saw men dress up in business suit riding scoters to work; some with black leather brief cases racing to catch either a taxi or subway. Everybody was running, jogging, fast walking or doing something that made them appeared busy. No one had the time for salutations. That was my first day in New York.
Second day in New York City was like a replay of yesterday. It seems like a daily routine that is carried out by everybody. Nothing seems to change. My second observation was the media. News papers come out everyday. Everyday there is some kind of news to report; the electronic media takes to the air ways crowding the minds of their audiences with programs of the same pattern on a daily basis. When the sun goes down, the streets lights up with subliminal messages from all sources of media institutions, Bars and night clubs are engaged, and overpopulated with the same people that walked the streets during the day.
From this observation, I concluded that New York City is not the only city in the united State of America that experiences this compiling ritual of busy bodies. Other cities, towns and sections are also busy. In some nucleus family, children fell neglected because their parents made vows to join the busy wagon. They have come up with the saying that time is money. Some want to live the so call American dream therefore; they work two to three jobs leaving no time for their family.
If the entire world will stop just for a minute, at least, they will realize that for the first time in the history of mankind, the unusual have happened.
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