Misery loves company — living longer, sick and in pain.
“People Are Living Longer, With More Disabilities Than Ever
‘Worldwide, people are living longer. Their lives are starting to look more like the lives of Americans: too much food is a problem, death in childhood is becoming less common, and so on. Yet with a population that lives through what would once have killed us, disabilities are starting to become the norm. A research report from the Institute for Health Metrics and Evaluation has a good glimpse into the new emerging world we find ourselves in.’
The Guardian has a nice visualization of the mortality data (but take note of shifting scales on the Y-axis).”
I hardly ever talk to others about my feelings. Years ago, I learned that people simply don’t care. I saw how the plaguing hypocrisy of others poisoned me to brink of suicide and has made me cynical since. Hence I don’t tell others how I feel other than my three sons. I only talk to them when or if they’re willing to listen.
This is why I write about my feelings and what makes me a writer wishing someone to stop for a split second to read my black-humor, satires and rants — not much to be enchanted, yet merely morbidly horrified, at times. As such, I’ll open up for a split second hoping to catch someone’s attention for this brief interruption within the fabric of space-time.
The most difficult cross I’ve ever had to bear has been seeing my second son sick and not being able to help him. I’ve lost my son to disease. Meanwhile, modern (western) medicine’s limited, but so-called experts continue to fall short in knowledge and their Hippocratic Oath rejecting to see my son. Maybe they’re afraid to admit their ignorance or brace their stupidity.
I drag a heavy cross, my second son tied to a cross he never had a chance to chose. Yet this is the cross I bear every day while social ignorance turns the blind eye. It only emphasizes my lack of trust and faith in humanity — a vile species that forever enjoys its false sense of reality.
Guu vian falsan senton de realeco dum gi dauras!
how boring to count down to nothing… six (6) days to the end of times, but at least Yuletide is a-coming.