tBlog - some1sayhi

A group of working adults got together to visit their University Lecturer.The Lecturer was happy to see them. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. The Lecturer just smiled and went to the kitchen to get an assortment of cups - some porcelain, some in plastic, some in glass, some plain looking and some looked rather expensive and exquisite. The Lecturer offered his former students the cups to get drinks for themselves. When all the students had a cup in hand with water, the Lecturer spoke: "If you noticed, all the nice looking, expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal that you only want the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. What all you wanted was water, not the cup, but we unconsciously went for the better cups." "Just like in life, if Life is Water, then the Jobs, Money and Position in society are the Cups. They are just tools to hold/maintain Life, but the quality of Life doesn't change." "If we only concentrate on the Cup, we won't have time to enjoy/taste the Water in it."

How do we survive?

    It is all very well for us to try to improve our health, our standard of living and our relation with nature, but I am beginning to think we are overdoing it a little.
    & nbsp;In the mail they have sent me three liters of products that substitute milk; a Norwegian company would like to know if I am interested in investing in the production of this new type of food, since, according to specialist David Rietz, “ALL (his capitals) cow milk contains 59 active hormones, lots of fat, colesterol,dioxins, bacterias and viruses”.
    & nbsp;I think of the calcium that when I was a child my mother told me was good for the bones, but the specialist already has an answer for me: “Calcium? How do cows manage to acquire enough calcium for their large bone structure? From plants!” Of course, the new product is made on the basis of plants, and milk is condemned based on an endless number of studies carried out in a variety of institutes all over the world.
    & nbsp;How about proteins? David Rietz is implacable: “I know they call milk ‘liquid meat’ (I have never heard this _expression, but he must know what he is talking about) on account of the high dose of protein it contains. But proteins prevent calcium being absorbed by the organism. Countries that have a protein-rich diet also have a high rate of osteoporosis (lack of calcium in the bones).”
    & nbsp;In the afternoon my wife sends me a text she found on the Internet:
    & nbsp;“People who are now between 40 and 60 years old used to go about in cars that did not have safety belts, head rests or airbags. Children were left loose in the back seat, having a good time jumping around. Cradles were painted in bright colors that are now considered “dubious” because they could contain lead or some other dangerous element.”
    & nbsp;I, for example, am part of a generation that built the famous ball-bearing carts (I do not know how to explain this to today’s generation – let’s say they were metal balls held between two iron arcs) and we would roll down the hilly streets of Botafogo using our shoes as brakes, falling, hurting ourselves, but ever so proud of our high-speed adventure.
    & nbsp;The text goes on:
    & nbsp;“There were no cellular phones, our parents had no way of knowing where we were: how could that be possible? Children were never right, they were always being punished, but even so they did not have psychological problems of rejection or lack of love. At school there were good students and bad students: the good ones passed, the bad ones had to repeat the year. This was not a reason for consulting a psychotherapist – they just had to repeat the year.”
    & nbsp;And even so we survived with some scratched knees and few traumas. Not only did we survive, but we also fondly remember the time when milk was not poison, when children had to solve their problems without any help, fought when they had to, and spent a great part of the day without electronic games, inventing their own games with their friends.
    & nbsp;But let us go back to the topic of the column: I decided to try the new miraculous product that substitutes the killer milk. I did not get past the first sip. I asked my wife and our maid to try it, without explaining what it was: they both said they had never tasted anything as foul in their life.
    & nbsp;I am worried about the children of tomorrow, with their electronic games, parents with mobile phones, psychotherapists helping at each defeat and – above all – having to drink this “magic potion” that will keep them free of cholesterol, osteoporosis, 59 active hormones, and toxins.
    & nbsp;The will live with lots of health, lots of equilibrium, and when they grow up they will discover milk (by that time, perhaps it will be banned by law). Maybe in the year 2050 a scientist will endeavor to rescue something that has been consumed since time began.
    & nbsp;Or will we have to get our milk from drug dealers?