|
|||
|
It doesn't take much to make one jump out of their shoes nowadays. We're all a little on edge for at least a minimum of twenty reasons. Those of us who aren't on edge have gone into the second phase of mood altering mindfulness, that of operating in a semi-state of numbness. A constant state of feeling tense will do that to a person.
Choose any newspaper headline, television news report, or listen in on any random conversation while waiting in any line when running errands here and there. If bad news isn't happening to you personally, it's happening to someone you know, not to mention the really big bad news that constantly hovers overhead which involves War, Corporate Greed, Fire Devastation, and Political Corruption all at the same time. Or, for that matter, just sit and wait for the check that never arrives in the mail while the bills keep piling higher and higher. Cash flow placeboes anyone? This year there have been seven deaths of family members and close friends in my circle alone, not all by natural causes. My sister-in-law's cancer has returned, after seven years, this time in her uterus. I'm at the point where I am afraid to answer the telephone after prime time hours. I really don't know how much more I can take. The feelings of helplessness are overwhelming. Where and how does one possibly begin to rise above the constant paralysis of general fear? There's nowhere to run and hide, there's no one who can truly offer protection from anything or anyone else. The only place where one can go for a temporary respite from real life is to experience horror at the movies. A few hours of cinematic reel life can make one feel grateful for the humdrum of routine. NOT!!! I'm sorry to say that most current flicks are disgusting and disappointing, certainly not worth the price of matinee admission even. Okay, enough already, get to the point, any point Judi! The plain and simple fact is that there is no escape from life, no matter how dark and drear it may seem, whenever, for whatever reasons. There has never been, nor will there ever be any quick fix for anything in terms of what ails our country, our ecology, our government, our attitudes, our healthcare system, our educational system, etc. And, I won't pretend to be a 59-year-old Pollyana, who is still struggling to hold onto her ideals. The jury is still out in regard to the level of cynicism with which I may have received a slight infection.
The copyright of the article 80. BOO!!! in Aging is owned by . Permission to republish 80. BOO!!! in print or online must be granted by the author in writing.
For a complete listing of article comments, questions, and other discussions related to Judi S. Kaminishi's Aging topic, please visit the Discussions page. |
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||