This comes from another thread, but since it went into a personal direction, that is touch on my continuing little people saga, thought I’d split it off. Sometimes when current events soak in, the terror is palpable, so, so much pain and destruction happening to others and heading our way, due to our own collective human stupid disregard for the things that actually mattered. Plus we doing next to nothing to prepare mentally or physically, instead pretending today’s economic trends will never end.
Blinded by the bling.
Sounds like a bromide.
If a speech is given in a forest and no one is there to hear it, is it still a speech?
It’s rhetorical, just whistling in the graveyard, cause when I stop to actually absorb what’s happening, I’m terrified to the bone. Though, besides current event there’s also my absorbing how astoundingly disconnected, apathetic, unaware most of our masses are. We’ve turned into consumer units with our imaginations captured by the boob tubes of our choice.
We’re in a free fall and seems to me the remaining real challenge is to save one’s sanity as the destructive chaos engulfed us (some sooner than others). Or something like that. Li’l G is eight months old today. Turning into a kiddo, and no longer the rapturous bundle of miracles that he was during those first hundred holy days. Now going into his room at night isn’t quite the journey down the arrow of time to evolutions beginnings, that it used to be. Instead, I’m dealing with an evolving little crawling climbing bundle of budding personality and every night presents a chance to experience a different dance (since I’m here I get Li’l G’s monitor and parent(s) have Li’l B, mom being on various business trips, thus my visit). Dealing with this little guy who likes my company and trusts me to settle him down and back to sleep, . . . or to figure out his needs, when ‘going down’ isn’t happening, and meeting them. If one’s head is in the right space, it’s about as cool as humanity and experiencing humanism gets. Li’l B is nearing his third birthday and since he’s going to school, I see him way less, but he’s still my number one fan, so that’s been wonderful and reassuring, in the midst of this middle class consumer driven world that makes no sense to me and that scares the poop outta me. We’ve been on a couple walks into the woods, at his instigation, and he continues to be quite the intrepid hiker so our bonding continues a pace. I know someday (all things remaining equal) they’ll outgrow wanting to be with me, cause their lives will embrace the outside world and new horizons, but that’s as it should be, the memory and feeling will remain, if tucked into a special corner. Unfortunately, I fear our collective rendezvous with the dark inevitable will be sooner than later. Perhaps the memories will be a source of comfort some day. In any event, all we have is today to live, tomorrow will take care of itself.