Dispose of thoughtfully

What I'm about to say isn't exactly the latest piece of wisdom to dawn a shining light upon the darkness of humankind, its probably been talked, argued, harangued, debated and reflected upon since... say, the 20th Century?

We are living in a fast paced consumer culture of disposable everything - disposable cups, disposable plates, disposable relationships, disposable underwear...

Everything is about the here and now, fast food, fast cars, fast love...

One material stands out in the midst of this vortex of vociferous change, and is ubiquitous in the global pageantry of disposable dispositions -

STYROFOAM

So light, so strong, so simple and pure in its zen-like design, so super

The plainness of Styrofoam's outer shell hides a treasure trove of resplendent goodies, much like a Pandora's Box of sorts

It's everywhere. It's beauty lies in its simplicity and functionality, like transporting my daily breakfast from the canteen upstairs, for example.

The philosophical question that begs to be answered is, have we Oranges, and humans in general, become like Styrofoam?

Always called upon to perform the essential tasks that keep the vicious cycle of existence going, yet in spite of our usefulness and convenient utility, not given the due course of meager respect and humble accord?

If we really are to be disposed of after we have served our purposes, then let's be disposed of thoughtfully and with youthful reverence.

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p.s. this piece was written in praise of the many warm fuzzy farewells that Oranges have been organising for their fellow Oranges who leave the Orange.

It proves that as long as you don't wear a tie for too long, pepper your daily conversations with business jargons to the hilt, hang out in windowless meeting rooms downing insane amounts of coffee, and treat your mobile phone like its a part of your appendage...

you are still able to remember what it is like to be human. To have humanity. To have a soul.