August 26, 2009
I've been wondering why people have children.
I know several people who have kids, but they don't have time for them. They get a maid, or two, to help them out, and this lady invariably raises their children for them.
The problem is that very seldom do these ladies feel they have a right to discipline the children, so simple things like manners and courtesy are left out of their lives. The parents are also lax: they spend their spare time with the children, instead of making their children their lives.
Then, even when they don't have time for even one child, they go on and have another, and some people have another! Clearly, having children is no longer something that you long for as you grow older, but another means of showing off your status - of having a reason to buy that 4x4 that will never touch the bush; something extra to brag about and get approval from society for - it is no longer a humble part of being human. Nevermind everything that these children are lacking.
Sure, our children are getting smarter with every generation, but I think that is because of the food we give them. Also, we stop noticing how smart our children are when they get to the age where they sit in front of the television all day, or become embroiled in television games. I have an idea that this is because these activities are designed to stunt individual thought, intelligence and mental development.
We're not meant to become a smarter species, for then we will see what exactly our leaders are really doing to us.
August 22, 2009
What do you do when you are faced with death?
I can't imagine what it is like to be told you only have perhaps a month to live... "Sorry, we can't tell you exactly how long, but we do know there is nothing else we can do for you, so you're most certainly going to die"?
I'm certain that it's different simply dying, to knowing that you are going to die. You'll lie there all day in horrible pain, contemplating your life, your regrets, knowing that now there is no way that you can make up for the terrible things that you've done or ever getting around to doing the things you haven't done yet, being terrified of the end because you don't know whether you're really going to an afterlife, or if that's just the end of you.
You lie there thinking about all your plans for the future, about missing your child's wedding, losing out on being a grandfather...everything ends...there is nothing now but the waiting and the hurting.
We all live from day to day making plans, procrastinating, forgetting people or things, making excuses...what if you didn't have the future?
The reason I am contemplating all this is because my future father-in-law has been given this diagnosis. He is scared...you can see it in his face twisted with pain, or in his face as he struggles to sit up, or in his face as he stares at the ground...you can see it because it is in his eyes. And it makes me scared to wonder what it is that keeps travelling through his mind.
I know he is sad because he is missing our wedding - we've had a symbolic ceremony for him, just so he could see us get "married", but now he knows that there is nothing else for him - he will miss everything: grandchildren, seeing his son happy, growing old with someone he loves, watching the world as it grows, seeing the sun, feeling the rain...
What else can all this contemplation do but make you sad?