People are incredibly prone to corruption; they crave happiness yet cannot clearly comprehend what true happiness is. Materially, it only requires one indulgent generation to set the social mores off on a wild, uncontrollable sprint across a thousand miles.
At seven or eight, we could only sip on domestically produced sodas, drooling over the orange-yellow drinks packed with spice colorants and additives. But by thirty, we insist on some fancy nonsense like adding Alpine pink coarse salt to our meals for health and purity.
In merely fifty years, the diligent, intelligent, and frugal people of Huaxia went from filling their bellies to carelessly discarding bowls of rice and noodles. If it were anyone else, this pace would only be quicker.
Back then, strapping a beeper to our hips had us walking tall and proud. In less than twenty-five years, we've reached a point where we're not hip until every necklace, bracelet, watch, and phone we wear is internet-connected.
