Should be reading more and writing less, but well...
It's been a long time since they left us. It's been somewhat long since we allowed them to send stuff back to us again. Now, we are also doing things for them at half price. We love their football, we love their movies, we love their currency, we love their literature, some of us even try to speak like them, notwithstanding that we are already speaking their language.
I don't know. In spite of sustained efforts, I cannot rationalize a few core principles of my life - this hurt being one of them. This inability used to bother me a lot before. It bothers me even now, though not as much. But the hurt still remains.
After all, my being here is just a geographic coincidence. I could've been anywhere, anyone. Now, the I-could-have-been-anyone thought is a digression worth its own space, and it will get some here later. So, I could've been anywhere, and would I be lamenting about my current home's state of affairs today? As an academic, maybe I might have, and the hurt would have remained academic. But it wouldn't have hurt this deeply. This one cuts deep. There is something that ties me to my origins, to my people; Part hereditary, part cultural, part self, part randomness: all of these contribute. As for now, I have succumbed to faith and don't question my origins, I am just thinking of the next level problems. It won't surprise me if I, in the future, succumb to other faiths as well. Leaps of faith seem to be inevitable.
So, what is the occasion? Oh yes, we are free! Free as in entitled to free beer? Free to install software? Free to make money? Free to think? Free to think fair? Free to rule ourselves? Free to defend ourselves? Free to participate in the the economics of the flat world? Free to do what we want?
What is it that we want? We wanted to be free. Now what?