WHO ARE YOU GONNA CALL?
Saturday, Nov. 16, 2019
I do not know if I’ll survive.
Survive what you might ask?
I’ve been wondering about that question, and where it fits in life – and when.
In life, we are told that death is inevitable for everyone. If you take that view, you won’t survive.
In illness, people are often told they won’t survive – or they are given a time-frame of life expectancy.
Every time I hear this kind of talk, or talk about it, I’m convinced it is a social construct designed to convince everyone to conform to predictable stages of grieving.
Are there five, or do you believe there are seven?
Science and religion have diverse views on this subject, but they all agree that it ends.
I believe the end-point calculation, or rather the expectancy of how long we stay on the road, are mind-numbing avoidance of reality experiments without a breakthrough.
The will to survive and the will to live are often seen as equivalent instincts that begin before birth – and I wonder if we forget that during the normal/healthy/robust phases of our lives and then expect it to kick-in in our final chapters. I think it’s a lot like fitness – if we’ve ignored it, if we’ve not exercised that muscle, then we shouldn’t expect to suddenly turn on the after-burners and launch ourselves headlong into a longevity battle because, as too often is the case, bodies and spirits often get broken by illness, by disease and by being physically broken down. When our car breaks down, we call a mechanic. When our body breaks down, we call a doctor or 911.
When our spirit breaks down, who are you gonna call?
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