Our pride and purpose are lost
WHATEVER your age, Christmas is a time for hope, for dreams, and for memories and in my 88th year I invite my fellowwrinklies to join me in thanking the Almighty for having lived at a time in our history when hope and dreams were in abundance with memories to savour.
So what has gone wrong to make me fear that my offspring and theirs will not be so lucky? When the war ended, everyone vowed “never again” and we all naively believed the lessons had been learned, new technology would improve our quality of life, we’d live longer, be more healthy, more prosperous, wiser and kinder to our fellow men.
Instead life has become a rat-race in or out of the fast lane, people have lost the human core to love and like, becoming more selfish, more brutish and less tolerant.
It seems our once truly great country has lost both pride and purpose and the respect it merited.
Having travelled the world and worked for 72 years, I cite as the main cause of our demise the incredible speed and growth of communications; communication methods and channels so prolific that what once was seen as a blessing, invaluable to progress, has become an out of control disaster that no one can trust.
It is no longer the truly great men and women – educated, motivated, dedicated and genuine – that run the country and have most influence, but those that sit up in the hills like bandits until the battle is over before coming down to rob and kill the wounded. Listen to the baying of the hounds at PM’s Questions, watch any “news” channel and read the national Press and give thanks you were born before complacency allowed the inmates to run both prison and asylum.
We old folk won’t be around to realise that no one is playing “What a Wonderful World” any more but this Christmas we can truthfully say “Ah yes, I remember it well”.