I have to come to terms with death now. The generation preceding mine have now reached the age when natural deaths happen, at a fairly regular interval. Even I am already 40, so it is only natural that the generation preceding mine are now in their sixties. But death still rankles one at a fundamental level. More so perhaps because there is no fixed age for people to pass away. There is a rough figure. Sixties. An age you could be considered not to have died early, or young. And not too old either. Definitely quite a distance from being a senile senior.
And this is about the time when many parents and aunts and uncles of people from my age cohort pass away. I am 40. My father passed away when he was 71 (he was the eldest of his generation). Most of my uncles and aunts are in the 60s. Well, what drove my mind to have these depressing thoughts is that one of my aunts passed away. And we were all close with her. She was a very cheerful person, always seeing things in an optimistic perspective. Always cheerful.
There are some other recent deaths too that have happened recently. And I think I have written before that the pandemic has actually made it a difficult time to observe the rituals that follow. And our government, of course, acts with strong arms. Humanity, being considerate, being of some solace – not in their playbooks. How to minimize the risks of the pandemic – top priority (rightly so). But you would expect some compassion to naturally follow. It is as if the government merely thinks of itself as a regulator (or a class monitor), and not quite as a guardian. The same sort of attitude that my Little Massas possess, I should add! Little surprise that they have a mutually profitable relationship.
To divert my mind, I should really start working on a book. I think I have already said it many times. even the ideas that I have been playing with. Of course, the priority is to find a job, preferably doing social work, but one that doesn’t believe in slavery or any sort of exploitation. Or even imprisonment! You’d think they would be more considerate about mental illnesses. But no sir! “How much do we profit from this particular illness?” That seems to be the extent of their thoughts about mental illnesses.
And they definitely made me ponder about death, and even wish I hadn’t survived. Still, not significant at all. Nothing to be profited from me pondering. “Shut up, Little Slave! Things have gotten out of hand. I am talking to your brother!” Shhhh… I fear other heinous actions, though difficult to top their past act.
The shows I am watching – The Chicago Code and Killing Eve. I don’t remember enough to write my thoughts about either of them. But I have only started watching them. It would be a lot better if my wife was with me. That is how much I depended on her. Needed her for everything. And I fear the MBP (Moral Blog Police) admonishing me again. It is a recurrent thought after I finish writing, and it is time to post it. Should I link it on Facebook or not? I am thinking maybe I will just deleted the Facebook page for my blog altogether. If I don’t share for a while, it will occur to me one day why I haven’t shared it.
Well, a child-like brain is permitted to express some fear and anger. Not according to The Little Massas! “Only if we can make some money off it!”
(My cartoon troubles: apart from fearing repetition, I have discovered sites where they share cool editorial cartoons. And now I have way too many cartoons that I feel like sharing! Of course, exxagerated by the fact that I have nowhere to share stuff.)
Words Dissemble, Words Be Quick 