It came to me quite clear while driving to work listening to the radio. A song came up, a quite recent cover of an original i'd listened to previously. The cover was, for want of a better word, much 'inferior' to the original.
To a person born much later and if s(he) had just listened to this song without ever the opportunity to hear the original, would only know of this particular version. S(he) would think it either a good song or a bad song. S(he) would never know how beautiful the song could have (or should have) been because there would simply be nothing to compare it to.
Perhaps i had also not known the beauty of some things that were in a previous age. The age that my parents had known. Perhaps too, the children of today would know less of the things i had known today.
If the world is getting better, then of course this point would be moot. Maybe if enough people consciously want to make this world a better place, then it will happen. But i know this is certainly not the case. Not in the foreseeable future. But that certainly does not make our lives not worth living. Not having peace does not mean we stop fighting for it. For without this fight we would not know the real meaning of peace.
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