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I Comment Therefore I Am #5

I was visiting my lovely blogging friend Zuzana over  Life Through Reflections.  Zuzana is a Czech living in Denmark and her blog is a joy to read year in and year out.  She writes and photographs the seasons around her faithfully and reflects on things with a depth which makes you look at these things in a different way every time.  In the post  I read she was reflecting on the meaning of the art of photography.  I commented:

I recently acquired a new mobile which has a small camera in it. This is quite exciting for me as I'll now be able to share the odd photo on my blog instead of just writing about what happens in my life.  There is a facility to enable black and white photos to and to tell you the truth, as I get older, I prefer photos of myself in black and white.  They hide some of the harsh realities rather well.  I find coloured photographs just give too much information.

I was visited on this blog by Sarah, an expat British blogger from New Zealand.  I went over to check her out and found a really beautiful blog, Chez Lee, with photographs of her adorable kids.  She was writing in her post about how difficult life can be with  young children.  This has been rather a pet topic of mine until now at least.   I commented:

Hello!  What lovely, happy photos.  Beautiful children you have. My youngest is now seven and my eldest is fourteen and the baby years are over now, but I remember them clearly.  It seemed like they would never end.  But I've moved on now.  One season in your life gives way to another and, well, you learn as you go.

I rambled over to Suil Eile, authored by the wonderful Blogaire, for my usual virtual visit to my native Dublin.  There was a photograph of some socialists preaching the message of taking from the rich and giving to the poor.  This was taking place outside the General Post Office in Dublin (GPO), a major landmark in the centre of the city.  I used to pass it every day on my way to work.   Well, it's a good message in principle, but it is often motivated from pure jealousy and it seems to me that some people want to sit around and live off the fruits of the labour of others.  I commented:

A great message, but talk about reinventing the wheel......

India is supposed to be basically socialist, yet a lot of the aid never gets to the ordinary people.  One of my blogging friends in India, Rummuser, made the point recently  in his blog Ramana's Musings that India is full of millions of small businessmen who work very hard, yet are harassed by an insensitive bureacratic system.  The country could rise to great heights if it supported the entrepreneurial spirit of its people, rather than suppressing them and pressurising them.  I really agree with that.  I commented:

Great point. Indian entrepreneurial spirit is a great force.

Indians work so hard that when they go abroad and live in a country where their hard work can achieve something, they flourish.  It is a pity that their own country could not appreciate them.  Then it could  become a superpower.

That's what I think, and so do many others!

Unknown Mami does this every week and this week, I’ve done it too.  Thanks to Unknown Mami for the inspiration

This post originally appeared on Write Away on WordPress on 9/8/2009

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