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RE: The last time I felt truly alive was...
We talk about hard mattresses, old, not very flexible. I wonder what life is like for those who sleep on the street and do not know any kind of mattress. And I see a growing trend of more and more people living in conditions (exactly no conditions at all) of extreme poverty, I guess you imagine that it can always be worse. Generally, we are focused on the negative. I remember you asked me how the kids were doing. I told you: FINE. You replied: Then everything is fine. And it's true, I think that's the limit we don't need to go to. The children are the beginning.
I do not look down on anyone. I know there are people who don't have much, who don't even have anything. Who lost all their material things and even their family members. It is a very long topic to comment on. I dare say, I won't say what my right hand does so that my left hand doesn't find out.
If I can get improvements for my mattress I will try to do it now that I am working and alive. My son does have a good mattress and that makes me very happy. It's a bad day for me if I can't sleep well because of my mattress.
I'm glad your kids are doing well. If they are doing well, the parents are doing well.
My dear friend:
I apologize if my words took wings and went down other paths. Feelings are that bundle of unpredictable things, which we try to define. I have a vision anchored to my island. But I consume much of what is published in the world. I am always hurt by the unfair. As I read about it, I just began to imagine people I had recently seen lying in the street. It was ugly to see, it must be unbearable to live it. It was on a general topic. I know what a great person you are. You have my appreciation and my friendship.
Maybe I should have put some laughter in my text so it didn't feel so strong. I think these pages are for our amusement. The sadness of the world is terrible and the things we see everyday are so unfair to some. I live in a country that went from a great bonanza to a great decline. Not that we turn a blind eye, but if we can help the one in need, let's help. If we can enjoy a little after our work sacrifices, it is also good to do so. Your friend gertu.
There are also many with a way better life than we have. Let's for a change compare us as the poor with them and reach for the stars instead of always telling ourselves we don't deserve anything better because there are people more pathetic than we are. How about that?
You and I both know how hard we struggled all those years to be where we are, the bad health included.
If the poor like it or not, we worked for that mattress and it's no fun if you get out of bed like a crimple and need the entire day to recover.
You are right, wakeupkitty, I believe that both you and I, we do not compare ourselves to anyone, but it is true that there are many people who are much better off than us, after they have worked as much or less than us. I don't know, that's the way the world is, I'm not going to fix it. What I do know is that every day I get up to work hard, I do not complain. If I can help someone, I will do it with pleasure.
I just work to achieve what I have. If a mattress is going to screw me up, I sleep on the floor. It's as important to sleep as it is to work, for me.
Yes, I remember all that we have fought for. We always write, as long as you and I have known each other, about health problems, food, responsibility for children, and many other things; that's hard work.
Always onward and upward!
Actually we talk about new mattresses, hard and waste of money because it damages the back and we feel far from rested.
We are not focussed on the negative, we are realistic and discuss how we are tricked and how to solve the issue. And if it comes to extreme poverty I don't see any reason why to compare a brand new mattress I saved over 20 years for with that situation.I can also say that there are many filthy rich people sleeping on great beds and that the sofa in their limousine and private jet is way better than what I have. How come we never compare with those people?
Are we fine if the children are fine? Should it always be about the children? Then when exactly in my life is it once about me?
The only reason you say "fine" is because you hide the truth.
It was a: "bien". Blue color type. We didn't talk about the shade. A sky blue, turquoise or was it more like an ultramarine. In that case. Already the pink pelicans, they came out like the chambelonas on Sundays.
Didn't we hit the pelicans about one or two weeks ago? Times flies. How is your head.. still in love with ultramarine?
Did you drink (water, not wodka) today? It's a another grey day and I wonder where we left the knive.. another exit?
I'm getting better. I was early at work. Since there will be no power for hours and hours, I've wasted hours for nothing, spent money on transportation, and returned home a little tired. I still don't think I'm in good shape, and I haven't been able to take the child to school either. I have less than two hours of internet left. I'm going to respond to comments and try to paint.