Very easily, somehow, we have become overtly-critical.
I am unable to specify that point on a time line when this happened, nor am I able to tell you why we have become like this. But criticism has become our prerogative, almost. Even if we don’t blog or tweet about it. In our heads and in the way we see things. We swiped off the glasses that allowed us to see things beautifully. We chose the naked eye.
And we found a world that did not meet our standards. Whether in the people who lived and made this society or in the art that defined it. It is perhaps to do with the exposure and apparent knowledge that we seem to possess. We know how movies are made – we can evaluate a camera’s position, the craft of editing, the “subtlety” of acting or, even, the “intensity” of acting. It pervades life-streams – because we found a platform to criticise. Social networks like Twitter and Facebook allowed us to become the approach-ably – friendly Khalid Mohammed’s of the world. Our word had a voice. It did not matter to us whose standards built the podium from where we spoke. It was heard. We liked it, commented on it, retweeted it and more.
In this melee, we lost the innocence of listening to a story. Our access and acceptance of opinions from others took over. We either wanted to conform, or not. Either ways, we used collective knowledge to express an opinion, that was not necessarily ours. Revolutions and rebellions affected our thinking. Crushed and defeated, our original ethos was trampled by popular opinion. In its last few dying breaths, while asking for a chance to express, it died, with a heavy sigh.
We are now driven by community and conformity. Our games and moves in life revolve around our presence and position in the community. Not that we ever contribute intellectually or originally, but we chant a borrowed dance around the online social totem pole.
We seem to know so much about everything – we equally seem to have lost the sense to enjoy the innocence of what we see – or if we outright want to deny the innocence – we deny the perspective. You may ask a discrete question that causes this abstraction. At one level, I love the intellectual skirmishes on all that we percieve – at another – I wonder if we have lost the ability to see what the other person sees.
Criticism, even has its own adjective – constructive – and we all fall prey to the positive connotation of it – yet find faults in a way that is supposedly not supposed to hurt.
But we cannot help, but criticise.