I wish that people were nicer to one another.
Having entered the real world and become an "adult", I've learned that people become meaner and harsher the older they get.
I try so hard to hold onto the happier parts of me -- the parts that really believe deep down that people want to be nice to one another... that people want to be pleasant and want to be good. But lately, ironically, my new job is making me question those beliefs.
I'm working in the cause space... the space that deals with all of the non-profits and charities, and "feel-good" things in the world. Yet, nearly everyone in this space seems to have forgotten what it's like to be human... what it's like to have a soul and to be pleasant and to judge people less harshly.
Sometimes, I feel myself changing... turning colder, harsher. Is this what my future will be? Will I be another harsh, cold hearted corporate marketer, exploiting unfortunate events and meaningful causes for a big corporation's ultimate benefit?
I don't know. I know that it's not what I want.
I don't want to lose myself to the tide of anger and petty hate. I don't want to lose myself to the ultimate droll of the every day. I don't want to forget the Sahar of 2007 - The Sahar that managed to find something exciting to write in her blog every day. The Sahar that was creative, and had words of the day, and saw beauty in everything.
Maybe I'm somehow hoping that if I go back to my old habit of blogging.. of writing down my thoughts.. that I will somehow be able to hold onto the parts of myself that are already lost.
