Sunday, January 28, 2007

Journalism (cont. and concluded)




I will need at least 15 more entries to talk about journalism, but I guess that will cause you to think this blog’s contents are focused mainly on journalism, a “bull-shit” profession as one of my friends put it. So it’s time to conclude the story now although I know I have so far referred to journalism as seen from a very personal point of view clouded by so many prejudices and emotions and very little logical thinking.

So we get here, and you may ask if I love journalism after all what I’ve written about in the 5 previous entries.

I wrote about sadness – when we desperately wanted to do something better and at the same time told ourselves that we could not make any change.

I wrote about loneliness – when I felt back in my heart beautiful memories of a dead past, and I could not share what I felt with anybody; when alone I had to struggle against so many evil things that acted as obstacles on my way “to nowhere”; when alone I had to learn everything from the beginning and try to overcome all difficulties.

I wrote about wrath – when we faced a system of control that led to unequal competition.

I wrote about the lack and loss of freedom, and the prevalence of evilness, untransparency, and corruption.

All are bad things that we can find in great abundance in this land. All are challenges to our love for journalism, if we have any, collegues.

In the end, do I still love journalism as I once did?

There is a Beatles song that I think can best describe what I feel about my job, although journalism, unlike the love described in the song, is never my first love. (I am sorry that I have quoted Beatles lyrics too much.)

Oh my love for the first time in my life
My eyes are wide open.
Oh my love for the first time in my life
My eyes can see.

I see the winds, oh, I see the trees,
Everything is clearer in my world.
I see the clouds, oh, I see the sky,
Everything is clearer in my world.

Oh my love for the first time in my life
My mind is wide open.
Oh my love for the first time in my life
My mind can feel.

I feel sorrow, oh, I feel dream,
Everything is clearer in my heart.
I feel life, oh, I feel love,
Everything is clearer in my heart.