The Importance of Caring
Recently the apartments where I live, Studio15, had problems with the elevators. Getting them repaired took about a week. The repairs were necessary in so far as working elevators are important to many of the residents. Some older, some disabled. Some have things to be done and just can’t be stuck on an upper floor. Though it may just be that the repairs that were said to be done were just cobbled together fixes that really won’t last all that long.
This is not the only such example, for it seems to me that all too often we have just given up. That we have become so discouraged we dare not give a damn lest we burn out and become little motes of personality adrift in a meaningless existence. We have become stray disappointment staggering about our lives ready only to lie down and expire with our muscles stiffening in rigor mortis. We exhibit such signs of greed and apathy I for one can only conclude that we are frauds who don’t care, who can’t care, and are only capable of slouching around like slugs suffering from advanced sleeping sickness.
It is a malaise that removes from us any initiative and is the mark of a pernicious advice to be petty and disregard ourselves and the world around us. We have sold our gumption for the pot of apathy.
An apathy marked by the need to be exhausted. To be ever worn to a nub as If we have used up all our energy and have let ourselves become as if we were barely capable of a shallow breathing that can barely lift a wisp of dust into the air.
People, you haven’t the energy eat better. Breathe better. Eating right doesn’t not mean being exhausted. Breathing right does not mean waking up every five or ten minutes gasping for air. Or for that matter waking up in the morning with out the energy you need to get out of the bed. You snore you have a problem and you will get it dealt with.
I’m 63 soon to be 64, I’m too damn young to toddle off to some land of discouragement where life is for the ancient who have no life head of them. I have a life, dammit, and I’m going to damn well live. There’s too much to do for crying out loud.
You don’t want to make an effort? Well suffer, and get out of our way. Stop denying us and stop discouraging us. Stop getting in our way and let us make an effort, nobody died and made you our keepers much less any sort of arbiter of our deeds. If you must curl up in you cellar and wait for the rot to set in, I refuse to let you tell me I can’t try.
Repair your damned equipment and stop telling us we can have no meaning and no purpose.
In a final note let me point out that soon I should be getting a cpap for my apnea. That means more energy and that means a difference in my life. It means sleeping better, eating better, being able to get out and do things. I’ve got a book to write, dammit, and you’re not about to stop me.
Don’t like it? You can lump it. Take it down the road and dump it. And don’t even think that you can speak for me.