Freedom of Expression

So I saw my uncle on sunday. Whenever I see the good doctor I always end up sitting there and taking in some serious pearls of wisdom. More often than not he’ll give me a small history lesson. Stuff I never learnt in school, stuff that captivates my imagination. Today he was telling me about this trip he made not too long ago in the mountains.

At one point he gave a throwaway comment about how this particular village was the first place in the Middle East to have an industrial printer, that actually printed arabic books. See it would seem that during the Ottaman occupation none of the Arab world was allowed to print in the arabic language. It was all done in Turkish. I’ve got to read up on this more I think since honestly the specifics of this section of history are not terribly clear to me; although I would love to learn more about it.

This comment just completely made me stop and appreciate our time right now. I’m a natural born optimist. I always see the brighter side of things. I wear my feelings on my sleeve. I don’t like something, chances are I don’t need to tell you about it because it’s written all over my face. I’m not a liar, nor a diplomat. Not being able to express myself in my given language would be tortorous. Even though I think the world leaves a lot to be desired from, I can still see how we’re currently better off than we were 500 years, 200 years, 50 years. Things that were acceptable back then, just don’t fly. We’re not as dumb as we were, and hopefully in 50 years time we won’t be as dumb as we are now.

Webloging basically takes that aspect of communication to the next level. I’d like to think that I’ll blog forever, but forever is a very long time, and I won’t live till forever. What’s good to know is that at least I’ll be able to try ^_^.