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Diminishing Role of Ethics in modern world

The newspapers, supposed to carry the matter of significance in the world around us, are slowly and slowly resembling mischievous look, shedding all the pretense they had of serious, intellectual conversation. A model who has out of her numerous assignments, did a topless shoot becomes a matter of news. The Sunday Brunch which I regularly follow, primarily on account of stimulating article by Seema Goswami ( I did love reading Vir Singhvi writing on luxury travel and eating out, but that was before Radiagate hit him hard), now keep on coming out with odd things like a guide for women to drink out. 
What is so amazing is the way drinking has found its way into social mores. It is the new kind of Bra-burning that feminists of the day have quickly caught on. I am not one for the world without wine, but I am also not the one for the life as a chain of irrational festivities. Was just reading Schopenhauer ' The World as Will and Idea' where the pessimist philosopher notes that, it is a fallacy to assume and want to have something like uninterrupted  happiness. He contends that life is but a long chain of unhappiness, struggle, wanting with some patches of happiness which are more of aberration than design. He goes on to say that even children are more realistic therefore all child stories have long story of sadness and despair and the story abruptly ends the moment happiness arrives. 
Slowly as we grow, we tend to slip into the world of unreasonable romanticism, which pushes into life an expectation of unrestrained and unbroken joy. This unreasonable expectation sets a mirage, which the world today follows. In the pursuit of that beautiful and impossible dreams we throw ethics out of window. We assume that imaginary happiness to  be realistic and attainable and we set out on its pursuit believing it to  be real and rightfully ours, shedding inhibitions, throwing caution out of the windows. We want husbands to be funny and humorous and athletic, and wives to be sweet and caring and kids to be wise and obedient and happy, all at the same time and all the time. We believe these ingredients will make us feel elated all the times and any deviation brings annoyance. This fallacy of thought which makes us seek never ending happiness and in process we are critical to small paunch on the husbands, small anger in wives and small disobedience in kids, and thereby miss the small patches of happiness which fly us by. It is important for us to give some space to pessimism, it is the Yin and Yang of Pessimism and optimism which creates the sacred space for realism, in which we exist. Once we accept the world the way it truly is, it will help us to be happy in our being and to follow ethics even when it prevents us from being utterly, stupidly happy, because as we derived, that in any case is an impossible dream. It will help us tolerate those around us and also ourselves. Ever noticed how difficult it has become to sit with yourself doing nothing, that you either go to sleep or set to do something.
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