What a strange day. I almost cried. As my avid readers of my novels know, I have a love of cars. Not the usual kind, but a more spiritual type. Sounds weird, right? The story goes; when I was a very young child, I was afraid to die. I didn't understand what would happen to the body, and my father said something to comfort me. He said the soul is like the driver in the car, and when you reach your destination, you get out, you are still you, just without your body. For some strange reason this made sense to me, and it stuck.
Cars symbolize a journey to me and life is just that, a journey. The car in the picture is my daughter Deavan's car. It is now to a stage where it was more expensive to fix than to keep, so we shipped it off to where cars go to die. As the man loaded it up, I snapped a picture, because for me it seemed like so much more than a simple car dying, it was as if the past was now gone and the future was here, which is an obvious statement; an obvious truth. Deavan is no longer a child, and her teenage car is no longer here. It made me reflect on my own mortality more now than ever before.
My child has a child.
It makes a girl think.
My projected retirement is at age 68, which would be in 2044...and oh boy, pop that year into the old computer and see what the future holds for us Gen X - Y bubble. Sure, we know that Social Security will be gone, we count that as a simple tax. But there is something more, it comes down to the generation who would be our caregivers: Z and Whatever they are going to call those born this year. They are sicker and well, their life span is estimated to be less than ours. I could cite different views on this statement, but I ask: Do we really need a survey to tell us this? With social media I see it, more and more children are sick, people my age are getting cancer all the time, and I wonder: What happens to Generation Z and Generation (?) when they look around and see that only 1 in 10 of them are not chronically ill? What then? Are they to take care of Gen X, Y, and Z?
I sigh, because this is what is happening. We see it day in and day out. But the healthy, they will grow weary, tired of having to plow the field alone. What will happen when they can no longer stand to do it? When will the breaking point be achieved? When will all of us say: Enough is Enough?
I don't have the answer. At least not now, maybe I will in time.
All I can do is keep myself healthy, my family healthy, and hope, that others will do the same. Yet might I suggest, just a small suggestion: Please start understanding that we took a wrong turn somewhere. Though it is hard, and it takes work, maybe we should all sit down and ask: Why? Why are our children sicker? Why are we sicker? What can we do? Is there anything we can do?
Sorry...This seems to be a rambled post, but I wonder: Do any of you feel the same?
As always, have a beautiful day!!!
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