The Curse of Age
09/27/2006 06:33 p.m.
Today I find myself once again pondering the cruelty of aging. It is I suppose caused by a combination of visits I have made and the falling of the leaves....
I find myself in awe each time I look into the eyes of an elderly person and see the youth trapped inside. Am I the only one who sees it? I wonder. I see into the eyes of people too much I think. And when I see in them, it always bounces back and makes me turn within. Which is frightening to me, as I know one day I will be there. Where they are, still very much young in spirit but trapped like flies in a spiderweb of body that has walked the earth too long. What a torture it must be. I think that is why God has gifted us all with the tendency to forget ourselves and our surroundings in the lands of dementia. It is the only way to alleviate the suffering it seems. To send the spirit back to drink from the river of Lethe. Who would in that sitaution want to remember? Not I.
All of this of course causes me to hop on my favorite soap box, the useless grasping for immortality it seems all human beings are concerned with. Exactly what is the point of trying to extend ones life beyond the point of enjoyment. To be a hollowed out skull of a human with the light barely burning within? For what? So one can be trapped to ponder longer why you still remain behind when everyone you love has moved on into the next realm? For what? It seems to me the only answer is money, the same drive that motivates every heinous action of man. Useless slips of green paper that are in reality not good for much more than starting fires. Sometimes I try to imagine a world without money, a world where the things one needs to survive are not based on purchase. But based instead on kindness and caring. It is a hard thing to dream up. It twists my mind. Whoever created the idea of coin, should be cursed to walk in an eternal darkness of soul. The animals I think have a much finer life than we. Today is one of those days that I would rather not belong to humanity, I would rather be something more simple, like a dandelion. At least then when I went to seed, someone would blow me away in wishes and joy at my ending.
I am currently Brooding
I am listening to tick tick tick of a clock