WORDS: 422 — I feel like we are all in a cascade of never ending events across the board… rising like the flood waters similar to those expected to inundate California in the near future…. the events engulfing us and we are uncontrollably swirling in the maelstrom of a giant whirlpool, like we are all being flushed down a black hole to some unknown outcome across the void. I find myself saying to myself… “Look, if this is how it’s going to be then let’s get on with it. The suspense is too much. Bring on the zombies!”
There’s so much idiocy, discontent, hypocrisy, and topsy-turvy going on everyday that I just don’t feel like posting a thing. I just sit and watch… letting it flow over me like a blast of foul air that continues. It’s the sense of impending doom that could come from a myriad of directions… and I don’t mean the kind of doom we feared during the Cold War (although that kind of “doom” does rattle about). A high school buddy of mine living in Phoenix, recently retired, bought himself one of those 5th wheel trailer “Taj Mahal-on-wheels” things. When I asked him if there was any money left to pass down to his heirs he said he didn’t care because he wanted to see the country before the country goes to shit… in whatever form that shit reveals itself to be. I dunno.. I don’t feel the urge to commune with nature all that much these days.
This bothers me because in general I am an optimist by nature. Now, I know this is an emotional phase I am traveling through… not so much a kind of writer’s block as it is a feeling of dread, and I am having trouble reading events objectively (although there are some online who would say that’s my norm). It’s a funk inspired by a loss of caring because I care too much.
Maybe I do need to travel somewhere and hug a tree overlooking a mountain range, given I have greater confidence in their survival, and I envy their ability to not give a damn about human presence. In fact, to the trees our human presence is just a temporary passage of time.
I’ve also never been this old before.. so this also has its own impact on my daily emotional meanderings. But.. so far… I do have my health. Maybe that’s all I need to regain focus. Yep, genetics (or Divine intervention) is the impetus. I need to build on that.
I am certain that your inherent instinct for survival will do whatever is necessary to change whichever chemistries are needed to focus you and that you will stabilize naturally and without too much agony on your part. You are designed to survive and you are desired to inherently work your way into the most advantageous situations for your station in life .. and then to excel. Relax and allow your being to evolve. Your process will be as steady and certain as the rotating of the planets and the comings and goings of the seasons. Your present season may seem a little barren at the time, but believe me when I tell you that everything will bloom again and the sunshine of your life will burn more intensely than ever before. The positivity that is to come will be directly proportional to the negativity that you experience at any given moment but your will power will enhance the positivity so that it lasts a lot longer than the negative because that is what the instinct of survival does and that is what it is all about.
Well, thanks, John.. that was very kind of you to say all that.. and… I fully agree with you as I have also said that exact thing to others. In the end we are only human. The thing is, John.. is that this melancholy is visible all around me and one wonders how much more it will take before it breaks.. which means that in itself can break either way. Nicely stated.
There are days that I just cannot bring myself to consume the news…..it is all so damn silly. I have faith that you will bring it all together and survive….I am an old fart and feel that I will go down without seeing the country make a comeback….hopefully you will chuq
Thanks to you as well, old buddy… and you are correct. We slack and fall victim on occasion to having our own pithy party.. then we bounce back. I think we are only a couple years apart… so if you feel what I feel, if there were a way to kick someone’s ass to bring the country back,,, we’d jump at the chance. The best we have is a keyboard and the words we type. You have a knack for presenting history.. making it relevant to now. Keep swinging.
Events are happening so quickly…. minds can be changed for the better by events to unfold. We will both see this through because it’s not going to take that long to recover.
If not… we pass the baton.
We are of a similar age, Doug, and I have had many of the same thoughts. I concluded that I am actually relieved that I will be dead before the End of Days, whatever form that takes. If I lived in the USA, I might be more worried about the possibility of some kind of civil war before or after the next presidential election. You should live to see that, unfortunately.
Best wishes, Pete.
We are of similar age, Pete. Any “civil war” over here will not have any of the flavor of the first one that holds your historical interest, I’m afraid. It will be a disorganized mess. Like you, I’ll not be sticking around to fight zombies or anything else.
‘Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree.’ Said a nan years ago. He was right.
Not only have we wrecked the earth, but we kicked out the Maker of lumber. Too much blame to pinpoint, but you have to admit, years of Covid lockdown have made people edgy.
Yeah, CS… you are correct. Rather a “perfect storm” brewing. I like that quote.
I disconnect my cabal news subscriptions t…oo deppressing because i know nothing is going to change in Congess unless the present party in power changes.
Take a trrip to India mountaintop and hire a guru in the meantime might help us all..
Regards and goodwill blogging
An interesting idea there, Rudy. One of those mountaintops with a big bell or gong. 🙂
We all have our moments when we sit staring at our computer screens and the things that are going on in the world seem overwhelming so we get into a kind of mental paralysis not knowing exactly how to react to something. Sometimes, just the act of writing will stir up inspiration. Just start writing. It doesn’t matter what you write. Chances are that once you get started, something you feel is important will come to mind. Watching the world going to the bad place all around us is enough reason for us to get a little depressed from time to time. It is normal.
How do I tolerate the news? I don’t. I listen to news on the radio instead the cable. I read newspapers. To relax I go to the gym and exercise. I play with grandchildren. I read the Bible, and I read other books less relevant books.
Video is not a good way to imbibe the news. Video connects with our emotions too quickly. We need to think about the news, not passively absorb it.
I suppose we all have our own way of coping. No right or wrong to it. Best part you have there is playing with the grandkids. You’re 70.. I’m 71. Makes me older and wiser. 🙂 But you have the advantage with the grandkids.
Oddly, Tom, I volunteered with the better half’s church to get them an online presence and Zoom their worship services. That’s one way of getting me back into church I suppose. But it was a hobby in my youth and now I am doing it as an old man. He works in wonderous ways, as they say.
Yes. He does.
After a long debate with myself, out of respect, I re-posted your recollection of your uncle flying B-17’s at Profiles. Seems that you’re 81, since you made mention of WW II ending when you were five. Link here:
No problem at all on the re-post. No need for self-debate.. always glad to accommodate, and to a patriotic blog. Not sure if I mis-wrote or not, but I was born in 1951.. which makes me at present 71. BTW.. I failed (grossly so) to mention in that post I made years ago… Uncle Fred won the Silver Star for his contribution over Ploesti and following events. The last time I saw it was when I had him re-count his story to my middle-school aged son for an assignment to interview someone on an event in their life, as part of an English class. He seemed to relish bringing out the presentation case and slowly lifting open the lid.
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I was going over some posts in my Profiles page; I used the link to your older blog, and feel grateful that -unlike other authors- you did not delete it. Moreover, I am still perusing those postings; we’ve so much more in common than I’d previously thought. Your recollections can really hit home! Take care, “X”
Well, thank you. Perhaps we do. Sometimes the facades we build in here tend to mask the greater persons we usually are in real life. 🙂