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On every social network website one visits these days you find yourself looking at a ‘Like’ button. It’s always egging you to click it. It’s as if it’s a constant reminder that every person has to like something/someone or be liked. It seems like,  people like to like. . What is it about life that we all have to  ‘like’? Or is it in ‘like’?

Liking something, apparently and according to psychologists is an inherent human trait. Human beings gravitate towards bonding from an early age. Is this fondness for ‘Like’ an extension of that psychological DNA?  It is a universally acknowledged fact that humans like all mammals procreate and therefore we are all offshoots of an episode when ‘like-ing’ was involved. I maybe stretching that a bit though, but if one really were to think about it, that is true. The ‘like’ episode may have happened outside a night club or pub; could have been whilst high on some substances or drink or even somewhere like the romantic woods – The truth though is for a split second  the congress happened because the  ‘like’ button  got touched. The ‘like’ button could also have been through a mutually loving and romantic relationship. In truth it would also have begun as a ‘Like’. Boy likes girl, girl likes boy…..

Blogging has made me more aware of the ‘like’ phenomenon. It’s like a social network el nino warmingly sweeping across all social network sites. Bloggers love  (notice  I didn’t say like) to write and or present their work to the public to view and read. We all love feedback, comments and criticism. No matter how harsh some of the feedback/comments maybe, it is important and helpful to a large degree. In the olden days one expected  a comment or feedback in writing. The ‘Like’ button has taken away the time and effort  that otherwise could have been invested in writing a comment. It has become a symbol of the way we live life now. Instead of writing as we have done for centuries in long-hand, shorthand has become the norm. Maybe we live busy lives now. Or maybe because of the internet, we are constantly inundated, or should I say bombarded by new articles the result of which is that we do not have that much time to actually read and take time to  comment. Just read and click on the  ‘Like’ has now become the norm. There, no one is hurt, and the writer’s ego gets a much-needed boost.

Facebook should be blamed for universalizing that ‘Like’ trend.  Of course they should not solely be blamed for the way short-hand writing and speaking (short-hand speak, well you know what I mean) has surreptitiously been foisted upon us. That honour should be shared with Twitter (I blogged about that a while ago (‘Life of Twits’). Perhaps Facebook developers saw that ‘Like’ thingie on another website, liked it so much and decided to copy it . It has now become a part of  socialization, like a social DNA that groups us with other people who, like us, ‘like’ something similar. Nonetheless, because of Facebook the ‘Like’ button, like a mushroom seems to be sprouting everywhere. WordPress has caught the bug too. Who can blame them! So has Goodreads, stumbledupon, tumblr, just to name a few. They have all caught the ‘Like’ fever.

According to the Oxford English Dictionary ‘Like’ means ‘things one likes or prefers’. Why and how did they settle on ‘like” . Wouldnt  ‘Love’ be more appropriate. One wonders, was there like a summit of people sitting down like around a table and deciding the vocabulary  social network sites should adopt. You know the default settings, like. Or could there  be like some Big Brother omnipresent ‘person/body’ who directs the internet from some little room somewhere, like the Fat Controller. That controller is watching what we ‘like’ all the time and nodding approvingly, or otherwise. Or is it because we have all become technologically lethargic and now just copy and paste what is there all ready. Why reinvent the wheel! In life  one normally gets to choose to  ‘like’ or ‘dislike’. The inquisitive me wonders why there is no ‘dislike’ button. Believe me I have searched. Surely if one can choose to ‘like’, it goes without saying they can also chose to ‘dislike’. Or then again one surely (not surely, really ) can choose to  sit on the fence. We live in an age where making choices is part and parcel of everyday living. So therefore we should have that opportunity or choice to  plant our proverbial (backside) tick on the ‘fence’ button. Liberals should have a choice too. We can not and should not assume that people have to either ‘like’ or just do nothing. There is a mental process involved. For instance if one places a ‘Big Mac‘ (for clarification sake) on my Facebook page, and I will probably click the ‘like’ button. My mate who is vegetarian to the core, at seeing that ‘abominable’ object and my ‘Like’ next to it, may probably want to point out that  they ‘dislike’ that ‘Big Mac’. However, there maybe another acquaintance or mate who at seeing the ‘Big Mac’ thing, might think ‘yep its ok’ , but decide they do not want to upset anyone and so want to be sitting on the fence. Surely they would want to be heard too.

‘Like’ to me sounds like the younger sibling to ‘love’. Or a diluted version of ‘love’. Its like having a shandy instead of the beer, the real thing. Like when you  tremblingly utter the immortal phrase ‘I like you’ to someone who had been the prime sauce of your  prepubescent insomnia. Overtime that grows to ‘I love you’. Why did the clever clogs in the social network sites not just come up with ‘love’, ‘hate’ ‘fence’. Just go the whole hog and get people to say the truth. Because with ‘like’ you are kinda admitting you want, you love, you approve; but you can not boldly say  ‘I love it’. If you ‘like’ your Big Mac (for illustration purposes only) then why not just declare you ‘love’ it. It’s all like semantic camouflaging. Pretending to be one with  everyone in the ‘cool circle’ .We should campaign for ‘Like’ to be ‘unliked’ and let’s have ‘love’ replace it instead. We want true colours and true feelings to come shining through!

I like to like and be liked. However, if  truth be told, I prefer to love, be loved and feel the love. It’s never that cool to feel the ‘like’. Can you really say I can ‘feel the like’? I hope you like the blog. It’s always nice to get readers acknowledging your effort with a ‘Like’. I would also like to add that  I thought long and hard about well-known brands that can divide opinions and I only managed to  come up with 2. Marmite and Big Mac. I decided to choose the latter, like.

The Fat Controller

The Fat Controller (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

One of my favourite poems

English: Rydal Mount, Gardens landscaped by Wi...

English: Rydal Mount, Gardens landscaped by William Wordsworth. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

To A Butterfly

STAY near me—do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find I thee,
Historian of my infancy !
Float near me; do not yet depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring’st, gay creature as thou art!
A solemn image to my heart,
My father’s family!

Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,
The time, when, in our childish plays,
My sister Emmeline and I
Together chased the butterfly!
A very hunter did I rush
Upon the prey:—with leaps and spring
I followed on from brake to bush;
But she, God love her, feared to brush
The dust from off its wings.

William Wordsworth

Cover of "What Is Life?: with "Mind ...

your opinion doesn't matter
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Yes. what is life? Dictionaries will say there is evidence of some action and some self-sustaining processes. Evidence of living. Is that all?

Well, when that question somehow popped up in my head, for some strange reason Haddaway‘s ‘ What is love‘ started playing in my head. Those of a certain vintage may remember. It goes, ‘What is love?’

‘Oh baby don’t  hurt me.

Don’t hurt me no more’. I am sure you know the rest of the lyrics.

Is there a connection between the two? After all life can be a direct result of love (intended or not). Chicken and egg come to mind.

What is life? Are we defined by our jobs? Our self-worth? Are we defined by our monetary value? Or the friends we keep? Our families? The letters after our names? The titles? our failings? Our successes?  Are we defined by some altruistic concept?

I do not have the answers, so I ask the question.

The mortal coil that is us. Is That’s what is life is? What about our beliefs? Our faith? Or our non-faith?

Living the high life. Living la vida loca. Living the life of Riley.Is that what it is? I may be rumbling. But one has to ask these questions. Or are we to assume since we are living the life, that is life. Should we find room in ourselves to explore and discover more about us? Whats there to learn?. Explorers, all those hundreds of years ago traveled thousands of miles to discover something new. Discover what really?  Was that the life? Or a mere self-fulfilling mission? Is life anything to do with one’s happiness, or sadness? Or could it be an accident? I am not even alluding to conception!  Or is it some intrinsic concept yet defined? I only ask because I want to know. Otherwise I would keep schtum. Wouldn’t ask otherwise.

The Bible says the world and life was constructed in 7 days. Religions all bicker on what is life. Scientists have their own interpretation, and only last week a ‘Great discovery’ was made-Higgs boson. Apparently its the ‘God‘ particle. Its sent everyone in the scientific world agog. Doesn’t take much to please some people. Someone should issue a fatwa!  It is a good thing no one  said it was the ‘A’ word!  The ‘G’ word is all right. Just a thought, imagine they had called that particle ‘Pippa’s Bottom’-Millions of young boys (and girls too) would have become science-interested and thus turn a ‘boring’ thing into an overnight sensation.

Got to admit no one really knows what ‘life’ really is . Otherwise we would not all come up with different answers. The American Dream could be all what life is? But the deeply religious Americans may say otherwise. Survival of the fittest could be what it is, essentially. But surely should life be measured by the length of time one was of sound mind, and breathing? Could life not extend beyond our brief sojourn on this beautiful planet? Well, if you take away the Greenhouse effect, tsunamis, earthquakes, the cheating bankers, terrorists. It is beautiful. Well, I could add CNN, FOX, The Sun too-heck I wont cause I may get into some deep muck. The other side of the same coin is could life be something that started before we were born-those lustful looks, back of the car incidents, cinemas – I mean could our lives have been predetermined even before conception. I was gonna say DNAs, but freaked out. I don’t want to open up an even larger hornets nest. But seriously, where do we start from and where do we end?

Is it like the chicken & egg question? Well, imagine Mr/Ms Chicken having a chat with their neighbour Mr/Ms Egg discussing who came first!

I am still struggling to get a definitive answer to the question posited in the title. However, I was reading a blog earlier today which persuaded  me to look for answers from a different perspective. The blog is called http://www.wedontknowwhatthefutureholds.com. There is a quote from that blog I have un-ashamadely copied and pasted. It goes:

” Life is a test that we have to take; a risk, and one chance that we have. It is hard but with age comes kindness, good fortune, and love for others. Kindness is a gift to receive; a gift so special that you may only receive it once in a lifetime.”
– Beata B.

Is life a test? We do get tested almost everyday since we take risks everyday. Everyone one of us has to make some judgement everyday. Sometimes we call it wrongly. Other times we get it right. Experience helps. So does intelligence, culture, social and physical geography, upbringing, socialization, DNA(?), social circles etc.  That quote also made me think that life is also a gift. It’s a mortal present bestowed upon us to utilize wisely. Otherwise we would not be tested. Would we? I used to listen to a lot of rap music and some of the lyrics, possibly majority ululated about not living beyond the 20s. It seemed like a badge of honour that someone would cease to exist or kind of looked forward to their demise at such a tender age. Is it because the test was too hard? Or perhaps it was an acknowledgement that there was nothing worth striving for beyond a certain age. Or just misguided lyrics? Or perhaps some element of artistic licence?

“The sole meaning of life is to serve humanity by contributing to the establishment of the kingdom of God, which can only be done by the recognition and profession of the truth by every man.”

Leo Tolstoy

“What lies behind us and what lies before us
are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson


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I know you love me

I sit on your window ledge

Watching you watching me

Little Magpie you call me

I like sitting on the telephone line

I like dropping our little presents on your car

Shiny cars we adore

No one can catch me

I know you love us

You worship us every weekend

Thousands of Geordies  do

Love you we do

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