3 Magnificent Black Cockatoos in our backyard in Charlestown, NSW
I find myself sitting comfortably inside our lounge room, watching National Geographic programmes, reading, and listening to talks on both the radio and internet. This is of course done in isolation, with my butt firmly on the couch. Is this life? Some might think so, having a superb surround sound system, ipad, internet, big tv, macbook, iphone and any gadgets that I could possibly want.
The programmes are certainly amazing, but this is all fake life experiences. It's a second hand experience that is indeed out there to be experienced. At least it's not as pathetic as some watching soap opera (days of our lives, bold and beautiful) due to the lack of having their own lives. I know that sounds a bit cruel, but if people were to get out, and focus on actually doing something with their lives, there wont be any need for these type of time-wasting programmes.
Now, I admit that I don't see myself going to Antarctica to witness the seals giving birth any time soon, so I recon at times it is surely justified. These programmes are absolutely amazing. Yet, the sun is shining beautifully outside, birds are sining, flowers are blooming. Usually I would be outside most of the time indeed. I have flu, and I'm quite enjoying the time to be inspired. It has been a very productive time in terms of Art.
On the topic of fake lives; I have been becoming more disillusioned with Facebook. It seems to be the ultimate of fakeness. What a life? How often nowadays do you see people together at a dinner table staring at their phones reading what is happening to their 'friends'? At the cost of actually having a life, it seems. Put down the phone and have a life.
God calles me to slow down at times as I can certainly be a bit of a workaholic. Glory be to God!
The programmes are certainly amazing, but this is all fake life experiences. It's a second hand experience that is indeed out there to be experienced. At least it's not as pathetic as some watching soap opera (days of our lives, bold and beautiful) due to the lack of having their own lives. I know that sounds a bit cruel, but if people were to get out, and focus on actually doing something with their lives, there wont be any need for these type of time-wasting programmes.
Now, I admit that I don't see myself going to Antarctica to witness the seals giving birth any time soon, so I recon at times it is surely justified. These programmes are absolutely amazing. Yet, the sun is shining beautifully outside, birds are sining, flowers are blooming. Usually I would be outside most of the time indeed. I have flu, and I'm quite enjoying the time to be inspired. It has been a very productive time in terms of Art.
On the topic of fake lives; I have been becoming more disillusioned with Facebook. It seems to be the ultimate of fakeness. What a life? How often nowadays do you see people together at a dinner table staring at their phones reading what is happening to their 'friends'? At the cost of actually having a life, it seems. Put down the phone and have a life.
God calles me to slow down at times as I can certainly be a bit of a workaholic. Glory be to God!
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