As I get older, I find my interest in people is reduced to nil. Especially when you come from a major metropolis like Toronto where you have so many groups and sub-groups trying to get through daily life, hustling and bustling; where everyone is either in your way or slowing you down; where idiocy and intolerance is available more readily than kindness and consideration; and where judgement and categorizing others into suffocating stereotypes is common place.
I do believe, I am not alone. And Banksy is sensitive to this as well, I imagine. This piece he did in here in Toronto really resonates within. Brilliant artist.
HOWEVER, Buddhist philosophy advises that this constant disappointment in humanity is a part of life - but it points out it's not the only part in life. Life is suffering, and yet, you can find happiness and contentment in it. Beautiful way of thinking/life.
No comments:
Post a Comment