You Made the Sun
The sun warms my skin and makes the flowers grow. I can choose to lye in the sun and enjoy the warmth or I can choose to stay inside where there is man-made light that still allows me to see what I dont feel the warmth on my skin or recieve the Vitamin D in my blood.
I am going to lay in the sun.
Turning around at the boarding gate and seeing my family: my brother and sister, my grandparents, my parents, whom I have become closer to than ever-would have thought this past year, was enough to crumple me into tears as I boarded my first flight.
My independent demeanour and a confidence of doing this all before was crushed at the site of a family who had supported me through a year of highs, lows, mistakes, a break-up and was there for me through the frustrations I felt post-asia: a new discomfort with western consumer-culture by rationalising and nuturing my dreams.
It was a chilling realisation that I am now on my own, I don’t have my Dad to run to when an old man calls me a bad driver, A brother to debate the meaning of life, love, God and politics ( I try), A sister to wake up when I can’t sleep to tell her we are sisters and we need to go through this together and the comfort of my mother who will work tooth and nail to make sure my bag is tighly packed, give me half her wardrobe, think of every possible occasion I will find myself in and make sure I have an Umbrella.
This is not the first time I have had to say goodbye to my family but always being around the people you love is comforting and I am stepping out of my comfort zone.
A friend once said to me a year abroad will teach you more than you will learn in a year at university. Three months was enough for me to see that my standard of living and consumerism wasn’t something to be strived for. It comes at a cost and the cost is the poverty of human beings in nieghbouring countries. It is something I have struggled with in the last year because it is hard to be immersed in a society which is dependant on the products that lock people, families, communities, cities and countries into poverty. I can’t give up my life here, it’s where I was born. We have oppurtunies here, we have education, infastructure and media. Furthermore, I like clothes, I like fashion, I like to eat, I like to enjoy my world away from the sweat and the clutter and confronting reality of need. In western society, there is no need, except to fulfill our desire for more.
My Education taught me how the way our society is set up is wrong.Our consumer society demands that we have everything and we have it cheap. The workers, people in nieghbouring countries, get paid less; so we can have it for less. It is how business works, minimal cost price and high turnover. Through competitive pricing in all sectors of western consumerism the labour costs are driven very low.
My Education has given me a reason to buy a product that isn’t a part of this system: fair trade. It ensures workers are paid enough to provide food, education, healthcare and housing for their family. I see ads for World Vision, Compassion and other amazing charities alike, I think about how much money our consumer society gives out in aid. Maybe if we re-thought our business practices we wouldn’t need to give away so much money because the problem wouldn’t be there in the first place.
My Education taught me that buying a products at prices that ensure workers are not getting paid a livable wage, is me supporting their poverty.
My Education was Cambodia.
A lack of the water of life results in decay.When the very thing that plays an intricate role in contructing our identity: “The Media” is motivated by money; society is destined for a melt down.
In the west we have seen the image of a women’s body DECAY, by using one of God’s greatest gifts designed to be sacred and personal between a man and a woman; sex, to sell products. To promote consumerism.
1950s: Marilyn Munroe was a woman of curves; her body reflects life.
The 1990’s Technology Boom allowed an increased in advertising.