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a book of ordinary people

Because We have forgotten that we are only ordinary people who are allowed to make mistakes..Normal left us a while back and we didnt even notice!!!
 

"It is a lonely idea, a lonely condition, so terrifying to think of that we usually don't. And so we talk to each other, write and wire each other, call each other short and long distance across land and sea, clasp hands with each other at meeting and at parting, fight each other and even destroy each other because of this always somewhat thwarted effort to break through walls to each other. As a character in a play once said, "We're all of us sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins."
Personal lyricism is the outcry of prisoner to prisoner from the cell in solitary where each is confined for the duration of his life."

Tennessee Williams 

  The modern world is indeed a lonely world, its uncharted territories for us human beings. Never in human history man (woman) had to take care of all her/his affairs on his/her own.  Not so long ago, the marriages were arranged and were for land or some other property. Falling in and out of love, the heart breaks , the misunderstandings the betrayals all belonged to stories not real life. Marriage was a practical contract.
  Job was what you did in your parents farm, or whatever your father did and you took over. The relationship was confined to the people that you grew up with and would die with...
  And now we are on our own, we have to pick a job ,a partner (or more), friends, home.  Its called choices, and choices belong to the modern world. And our choices is what is making us lonely and miserable


   

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