the 21st century has been nicknamed ''the Age of Common People''. is it because this era seems to lack people who outrun themselves?

nowadays , man is pleased with the discoveries his predecessors made for him. youth has mtv, coca-cola and mc donald`s and that proves to be enough. most of the teenagers don`t bother to improve their cultural studies. they prefer watching a movie instead of reading a book, or listening to some rave-trash-bungee-rap remix instead of enjoying a fine symphony of Mozart. who needs books when it`s all on the net ? you can find famous quotes, why waste time reading ''La Comedie Humaine`'' ?

We have computers and virtual images, we even had Dolly. It seems to me , mankind has only one big goal: Money! running for the existential marathon, having money as a purpose not as a way of fulfilling thier needs, but as a reason .

the term of ''common people'' brings in the idea of mob , the crowd who is not so much into this education, culture thing . wearing the false mask of social capable characters, most individuals obey the cult of money. why should they be interested in arts as a balsamy for the soul, when they can do business on arts?

as chaotic as it may seem, this machinery called society use money as primary fuel. they say money doesn`t bring happiness. yes, but it helps entertaining it. will you be smiling if you won`t have money to buy your kid his favourite toy? i don`t think so. 

While walking on the empty streets of my hometown, I was wondering: was money the governor of the mind, body and spirit? Was I going to give up my principles, in favour of this materialistic attitude few of my fellows addopted?

As a Letter student, I tryied to apply for few jobs, i worked for the elections, published few writings in the local magazines. Pockets wide opened, the wind making its daily dutiful tournament thru them, i decided not to let myself overwhelmed by the financial burden i was carrying. It was time to make a fresh start, explore new possibilities. Ten days before Christmas , I left home, my family , my friends, my everything, and began the journey into the unknown. It was the flight to the Holly Land. Butterflies in my stomach while thinking i was going to walk the same grounds as our Lord . It was going to be a revelation ,i could compare myself to a summer spring trying to unchain from his thightened roots.

My naive sweet idea of what my life would be was crushed by the harsh reality. Should I call it shock therapy? Maybe i`m too drastic , but I felt like I had been pushed into the water, as requested, and I had to swim , no matter what. People and places were too different from the ones in my hometown,  the mentality and their attitude scared me.

I guess it`s the metamorphosis every new comer has to go thru .