As I near my 60th birthday (it's in December), I found myself in a deeply reflective space. I suspect that birthdays ending in zero can have this effect. It is mainly with the way in which certain historical events have affected me emotionally fascinated. I grew up during the Cold War and trained in elementary school we always protect under our desks, on our nuclear weapons. In hindsight it is hard to imagine anything more ridiculous. A nuclear weapon detonatedsomewhere in the vicinity of our school would be at this time, led the destruction of each individual child, classroom desks, and for miles around. Why were we made to the practice of doing something so completely useless is that? Until now, I'm not sure.
In practice, I grew up with the feeling of doom, just around the corner, that the Apocalypse was just a stone's throw away. If the missile crisis in Cuba occurred in 1962, I was 12 the year after Kennedy was assassinated, and how many of usthe experience that I feel as if something had broken in the depths of my soul. In 1964 I had already begun to oppose the Vietnam War growing. As the war expanded, trapping millions of young Americans in the design of the system, I felt quite helpless. Yes, I have shown. I have recommended strong project has helped to bring an underground newspaper (the Peace Pipe - I was the editor of the hippie life and poetry). The "raged against the dying of the light," as Dylan Thomas wrote so eloquently - and through them all, Idreamed of a peaceful world.
Why bother going to school? I thought. The world is going to explode anyway. But I have to go, and ended the Vietnam War. For a while, 'my sense of impending apocalypse faded. Then, inflation roared to life, and experts have warned that the system would collapse and there would be food riots in the streets. My family was so concerned that we have some area to be prepared in the mountains of Northern California, the next roundStorm of economic collapse.
It did not happen, of course. After 18 years, convinced that we lived in a stable world, we sold the land and moved on. It was 1998. Three years later, on 9 / 11, it seemed that finally the four horsemen come to visit. The stock market had. Com bust imploded, and it seemed as if our lives would not be the same. Even though most of us finally settled in the new normal, the question "When is the next hammeris about to fall? "He was never far away. It became his Hammers have been many, is not it? Afghanistan, Iraq, Katrina, and the apocalyptic financial crisis, we still have to fight through. Gee, guys and girls are having fun?
Now I realize how much my life has been framed to wait for the apocalypse. And 'one of the reasons why I drank so much, for so long - has helped numb terror. If you really knew me, you would know that I often feel like I'm still waitingfor the apocalypse. In a sense, I think, most of us, even if the Apocalypse only our death. There is in some apocalyptic disaster (I would not want drama?) Dying, but simply that we die.
That's my point: knowing that some Apocalypse (whether personal or planetary gears) you choose, you know if you cower in a corner, or (almost defiantly) live each moment with a cornucopia full of rich experiences. No matter how long (10 days or 10,000) have is our livesdefined by the decisions we make in every moment. I did a lot of my life, fear of what "could" spend - and I lost a lot. When I last decades of commitment to my life for me, my efforts 100% to totally live, no matter what the horizon might be just to double life-threatening. Are you ready to make such a promise? I would like a company on this trip.
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