Who Are We?

Why are old people attracted to cultural history more than young people?

A simple question that no one put effort to think of.

A co-worker showed me some videos he took during his vacation in Korea where locals were performing cultural music, an old man stood up and started dancing with a smile on his face, happiness was printed on his body and the way he moved, even though he has no idea where to move and how to move, all he cared about was dancing to their rituals.

There’s a tough bond between elders and culture. They were raised to cherish their history. They –know- what its worth.

I may be a bit jealous of them. There’s nothing more important than knowing where you belong, where you were raised and having a vague vision of what’s going on around you.

Why don’t we, the younger youth, feel the cultural and history of our country in our souls? Why are we so distant from feeling patriotism? Is it the media, I wonder.

Growing up I was, and as every other young boy or girl, exposed to Hollywood and the American lifestyle. Without me noticing I found myself more interested in their culture than my own. I was no longer interested in our music and what my own culture was providing.

One day though something made me question why I was stooping to another country’s origins. Then I realized how important one should be pertinent to one’s culture.

Let’s imagine this together; if the elders of our generations passed away, what would there be left?

The traditions of foods, languages and basic culture will die along with them, unless they took the liberty of teaching us those traditions.

If my grandparents, who were born in Uzbek and migrated to Saudi Arabia and became Saudis, died, will their culture die along with them for good? My parents did not think to teach and commute their language to us (me and my siblings), they did not think of the day of them dying and therefore taking their culture along with them.

If culture died, what would there be left?

Are we going to be the lost souls who wander around with no origins? With no basic fundamentals?

Where do we belong, and how do we know this is the right place for us to be living in?

Is it time to travel around the world to find out answers?