I’m not fairing too well over the last couple of days. I feel agitated & can’t seem to concentrate. It’s funny, I think I’m doing okay but half the time I believe I’m just talking myself into it – that “power of positive thinking” crap. I read in the news today that approximately ¼ of all mammals on the planet are at threat of extinction – I can’t help but wish that we were one of them.
I went to a Priceline store in the city the other day & I just could not believe the amount of products available, I mean just how much crap do we need to pamper ourselves with (& I’m no exception). I walked out empty handed – ashamed of myself & my belief that I just had to have this “new & improved” hand cream.
I realise just how far I’ve got to go when I look at people I pass in the street, sum them up & wonder why on earth they get out of bed in the morning. For instance, the woman who works 6 days a week in the designer shop downstairs, selling handbags & shoes with price tags in the vicinity of $400 – I mean who needs a pair of shoes worth $400!! Most of the time she just stands there behind her little counter; occasionally repositioning her merchandise to make it look more attractive to the passing world outside. Then there are the beggars on the street and the old & infirm stuck to their wheelchairs & trudging along on their walking frames. And lets not forget the ugly people, not just those that are unattractive but the "butt ugly” people. I see them all & the thought rushes through my mind that if I were to be in their place I would rather be dead. Who the hell am I to pass judgement! They obviously think their lives are worth living!
So, does all this mean that my own life hangs by a delicate thread of good fortune? That if I lost all my money, became disabled or got disfigured in an accident tomorrow that my often weak will to live would then be gone? Most probably……now isn’t that shallow!
I went to a Priceline store in the city the other day & I just could not believe the amount of products available, I mean just how much crap do we need to pamper ourselves with (& I’m no exception). I walked out empty handed – ashamed of myself & my belief that I just had to have this “new & improved” hand cream.
I realise just how far I’ve got to go when I look at people I pass in the street, sum them up & wonder why on earth they get out of bed in the morning. For instance, the woman who works 6 days a week in the designer shop downstairs, selling handbags & shoes with price tags in the vicinity of $400 – I mean who needs a pair of shoes worth $400!! Most of the time she just stands there behind her little counter; occasionally repositioning her merchandise to make it look more attractive to the passing world outside. Then there are the beggars on the street and the old & infirm stuck to their wheelchairs & trudging along on their walking frames. And lets not forget the ugly people, not just those that are unattractive but the "butt ugly” people. I see them all & the thought rushes through my mind that if I were to be in their place I would rather be dead. Who the hell am I to pass judgement! They obviously think their lives are worth living!
So, does all this mean that my own life hangs by a delicate thread of good fortune? That if I lost all my money, became disabled or got disfigured in an accident tomorrow that my often weak will to live would then be gone? Most probably……now isn’t that shallow!
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