Plum Blossom

My dictionary tells me that the word “sophistication” is a noun implying a depth of knowledge brought on by education; that something sophisticated also is something complex and intricate; that sophistication is the transformation of indifference to wisdom through the means of education.

I am very much enamoured by the past. Some say that I idealise an age lost long enough for time to have disguised all of its flaws, and while this may be true I never the less remain steadfast in my convictions as I believe that everyone needs to hold a forgotten era dear in order to have something to draw inspiration from. The modern days are much advanced, but yet I find centuries past to be much truer to the essence of being human; previous centuries valued all aspects of life higher than we do today. Modern society has lost a dimension of respect and humbleness that I believe is too valuable not to be missed.

They say that everything in the universe is permanently locked into an eternal equilibrium, meaning that although things change, the sum of all parts remains constant. It may seem overly cynical, but I believe that this steady-state of things also can be applied to human culture and its developments; that the more advanced they grow, the less valuable and wholesome their contents become. The question that I have found lingering constantly in my mind is: Is it not possible the people of the past were more accomplished and fulfilled that we modern men are?

As I enjoy the fruits of the present — the academic possibilities, the technical advancements and the freedom of though — I counteract my doubts abut development by attempting to honour the ideals that I so dearly miss. Although a doily here and a gentle smile there, and everything else that I believe sophistication embodies, may not seem like much, I feel that little amounts to much in the grander scheme and that it helps me live a more pleasing life.

Life itself may seem like little more than a stream of events that pass one by, begging for the attention that one surely may give. But life also has the potential to be so much more; the mere existence of conscious thought and sentience alludes to the possibility of realising the true nature of the grander scheme which makes up the world. Life is not as much about experiencing a continuous stream of influences as it is about finding something meaningful and lasting in a world of constant change.

The aim of life is self-development. To realise one’s nature perfectly, that is what each one of us is here for.
— Oscar Wilde

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