By Jeanne Hambleton
I am not sure if pondering or deep thinking comes with age, fibromyalgia, or the loss of a dear one.There is little doubt I have grown much more philosophical in recent years and feel this may be a combination of fibromyalgia and as a parent of grown up responsible children. In hindsight since becoming a fibro-gal I need to sit down for longer and more often so I do have much more time to sit and think – mostly about how far my money will go.
Before this awful syndrome took hold of my life 12 years ago, I spent my life earning a living and forever running like something possessed. I was never still for a moment and was a professed workaholic beyond redemption. Now I am paying the price – but I do have lots of busy memories I can fall back on if I have nothing philosophical to think about.
Unlike some I am not what you would call a world-thinker, although I do sometimes wonder what life will be like in 25 years time when my very young grandson may be contemplating marriage or not – as the case maybe – or even thinking of moving to another universe – after we have messed this one up.
If I am honest my thinking revolves around new stories and blogs – what will I write about next – who has done what and why – what are my kids up to – why do they never have any money and think I am made of money – and those sort of silly questions. But you do not have to have fibromyalgia to suffer from these thoughts. Maybe all children think their parents are made of money or can always find a buck or two if pushed.
And birthdays – you are out of touch (and really another generation) if you put the blue £5 note in the birthday card. Oh dear! I mean what can you buy with £5 – cigarettes or a beer – and that is gone in a jiffy along with the £5 note.
Like other fibromites my big problem is memory. I drove my husband mad when I looked at an old TV star and say, “That’s..you know, what is his name?” An hour later the answer pops into my head – I guess you would call that a time delay or something.
Although this message below was written before 2008 I was however very interested to read these comments from American stand-up comedian, George Carlin, who wrote about the ‘stuff in our lives’. After he lost his wife, and although a ‘man of mirth’ his words are very profound. George Carlin who was at the height of his career in the 1970s and 1980s in the USA, died at the age of 71 in 2008. But his words still stir my thoughts and make me think ‘nothing changes’.
A Message by George Carlin:
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.
We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete…
Remember, to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.
Back tomorrow. Jeanne