Living for the end
It's sad how some people seemingly live only to wait for their last breath. Living without thinking about the consequences of their actions. Living without meaning. Living without purpose. Living without the will to even live.
Many of us do it, whether we realise it or not, I think. Somehow the world seems to be focusing on distraction as means to get by out lives. The media is targeted at sending us messages to distract us from our lives, from a higher purpose, from each other... We're instead directed at seeking instant gratification. Instant results. Instant pleasure.
Sometimes I catch myself as i'm already swept away by the torrents of the masses. I wonder if I'll be able to stay afloat and find my bearing once more.
Perhaps in shallower waters.
I can never forget the image of that old lady, sitting herself comfortably in her electric wheelchair as she speeds away, cigarette in hand. She probably doesn't do much in her day. It's painful that imagining her in her home, seated in front of the television with a box of wedges and some chicken fingers, isn't difficult. She is probably diabetic. It's not unlikely that she also has a heart condition. Maintaining a healthy weight would be difficult under these circumstances... with these obstacles and these limitations. It's enough to drive someone to give up on life when there are so many rules and limits by which to live ones' life.
...but it doesn't mean you have to make other unwise choices to give yourself freedom. Giving up and not saying you care isn't going to cut it. There's always a better way to a happier, healthier life that would make life worth living with the experiences gathered all the way till the end of your life. There's no need to cut your own life short just because you've given up on yourself... There's no need to give up on yourself.
We are all that we have in this world, isn't it? We are who we are... and if we don't love ourselves, who will? There's nobody else who has the capacity to love us and take care of use as we do ourselves... And making conscious choices that are detrimental to health isn't doing us any justice. Our bodies work so hard - and continuously does - to keep us alive... and yet, we keep taking it for granted.
That's not right, is it? There has to be a more holistic approach to life.
Let's not forget the whole other aspect of people in our lives... we all live an interlinked life and we touch others whether we like it or not. Other people play a part in our lives, and though there are people who end up (very sadly) dying as anonymous people, there are many out there who still have loved ones who desperately care for them and suffer - sometimes more than those hurting themselves - when they witness it and are unable to heal them.
We aren't doing those people justice either. I would rather die than hurt my family or my loved ones... It's sometimes inevitable, because it's a part of life; however, I'd like to think I'm able to have some control over the amount of hurt I may so incurr.
If only there was a way to help people get back on their feet... there's just too much pain going around in the world. People don't seem to want intervention sometimes. I feel so helpless watching from the sidelines. It'd be nice if there was a way to be able to touch lives and help one another get through pain and the hurt that they suffer. If only people in the world were more caring and less individualistic.
When i say that, I also judge myself... because i, too, have been lost for a while now. Fear binds me. Fear of being incapable. Fear of being unaccepted. Fear of being pushed away.
It's.... nothing short of pathetic.
I can only try as I might to escape this vicious path of life. If I cannot be strong within, I cannot be strong for others. This is a lesson I have to learn and apply to my life. I pray that I'll have the strength to fight for two.
Many of us do it, whether we realise it or not, I think. Somehow the world seems to be focusing on distraction as means to get by out lives. The media is targeted at sending us messages to distract us from our lives, from a higher purpose, from each other... We're instead directed at seeking instant gratification. Instant results. Instant pleasure.
Sometimes I catch myself as i'm already swept away by the torrents of the masses. I wonder if I'll be able to stay afloat and find my bearing once more.
Perhaps in shallower waters.
I can never forget the image of that old lady, sitting herself comfortably in her electric wheelchair as she speeds away, cigarette in hand. She probably doesn't do much in her day. It's painful that imagining her in her home, seated in front of the television with a box of wedges and some chicken fingers, isn't difficult. She is probably diabetic. It's not unlikely that she also has a heart condition. Maintaining a healthy weight would be difficult under these circumstances... with these obstacles and these limitations. It's enough to drive someone to give up on life when there are so many rules and limits by which to live ones' life.
...but it doesn't mean you have to make other unwise choices to give yourself freedom. Giving up and not saying you care isn't going to cut it. There's always a better way to a happier, healthier life that would make life worth living with the experiences gathered all the way till the end of your life. There's no need to cut your own life short just because you've given up on yourself... There's no need to give up on yourself.
We are all that we have in this world, isn't it? We are who we are... and if we don't love ourselves, who will? There's nobody else who has the capacity to love us and take care of use as we do ourselves... And making conscious choices that are detrimental to health isn't doing us any justice. Our bodies work so hard - and continuously does - to keep us alive... and yet, we keep taking it for granted.
That's not right, is it? There has to be a more holistic approach to life.
Let's not forget the whole other aspect of people in our lives... we all live an interlinked life and we touch others whether we like it or not. Other people play a part in our lives, and though there are people who end up (very sadly) dying as anonymous people, there are many out there who still have loved ones who desperately care for them and suffer - sometimes more than those hurting themselves - when they witness it and are unable to heal them.
We aren't doing those people justice either. I would rather die than hurt my family or my loved ones... It's sometimes inevitable, because it's a part of life; however, I'd like to think I'm able to have some control over the amount of hurt I may so incurr.
If only there was a way to help people get back on their feet... there's just too much pain going around in the world. People don't seem to want intervention sometimes. I feel so helpless watching from the sidelines. It'd be nice if there was a way to be able to touch lives and help one another get through pain and the hurt that they suffer. If only people in the world were more caring and less individualistic.
When i say that, I also judge myself... because i, too, have been lost for a while now. Fear binds me. Fear of being incapable. Fear of being unaccepted. Fear of being pushed away.
It's.... nothing short of pathetic.
I can only try as I might to escape this vicious path of life. If I cannot be strong within, I cannot be strong for others. This is a lesson I have to learn and apply to my life. I pray that I'll have the strength to fight for two.