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We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less. Bigger houses, smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; more degrees, but less common sense; more knowledge, but less judgement; more experts, more problems; more medicine, yet less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, and get too angry — too quickly. We stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too little.

We’ve multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values; we talk too much, yet we love hardly, and we lie too often. We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life; we’ve added years to life, but not life to years. We’ve been to the moon and back, yet we can’t cross the street to meet our new neighbor.

We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space; we’ve done larger things, but not necessarily better things. We’ve cleaned the air, but polluted the soul; we’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice; we write more, but learn less; we plan more, but accomplish less.

We’ve learned to rush, not to wait. We’ve got higher incomes, but lower morals; more food, less appeasement. More acquaintances, yet fewer friends; more effort, but less success.

We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we have less communication. We’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men and short character; steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the times of more leisure and less fun; more kinds of food and less nutrition. These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes; of great fathers, but no dads. These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.

The world has gone and gotten itself in an awful rush, to whose benefit I do not know. We are too busy for our own good. We need to slow down — our lifestyles are destroying us. We are living in a time where there is much in the show window, but nothing in the stockroom. Indeed this is all true.

Let your life be guided by greatness. Don’t let your life be like a shooting star which lights up the sky for a brief moment, but let your life be like the sun that always burns vibrantly in the heavens, bringing light and warmth to all on earth. Our lives will change when we stop merely replying to questions, and begin to ask them ourselves.

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