and the one I found
No, this is not a love story, a heartbreaking expression of regret over any one relationship that has reached an unfortunate end. Or an attempt to spill my heart out over a past lover I am missing because of the gloomy weather.
and the one I found
No, this is not a love story, a heartbreaking expression of regret over any one relationship that has reached an unfortunate end. Or an attempt to spill my heart out over a past lover I am missing because of the gloomy weather.
When living with a chronic and debilitating disease there are things you or even your doctors cannot change, things that you really have to accept in order to adjust and move forward with creating a productive life. Then there are things that require a bit of adjustment, things that would facilitate both you and a large part of the population that we do not think need any assistance. These things require a society that works for the good of the whole, not just a collection of people that happen to be living close to one another in villages, towns, or cities. And they could change with a bit of understanding and action on everyone’s part.
CAPACITY!!!!!!!
That was the word I was anxiously looking for the other day during a discussion with some friends. Simple word, common I dare say. And it came to me a good six or seven hours later. Much help it would be at 3 o’clock in the morning. It’s not like I could call anyone – or even text them for that matter – and say “you know that word I was stuck on earlier tonight? Well, it’s…” Besides, I even ran the risk of forgetting what I called for while I was calling. That would be embarrassing, not to mention waking someone up in the early hours of the morning on a school night would be extremely rude.
I’ve spent the past few months, since my contract in the financial sector expired and I decided to reposition my career path but I was unable to do so because my health had been deteriorating, thinking about this phrase. Considering that I am unable to do a lot of things I used to, and what that meant for me personally. After all, everyone wants to be productive members of society, we all want to contribute, to make a difference.
The feelings of ineptitude that bubbled up made me feel helpless. So, what did I do? At first I overanalyzed it. And then I felt despair. That feeling that you are worthless, unworthy, even a poser. But then, as I often do, I rationalized the situation. And watched a lot of Netflix in the process, but that is another issue that has a lot to do with my tendency to procrastinate.
No, this is not a Monty Python inspired post. Although I do love them. And the post does include reference to silly walks. But no parrots, dead or otherwise. I promise. This is an update of sorts. MS related. On the changes in my life over the past year, slow changes at first and drastic changes over the past two months or so.
For better or for worse, social media has become and integral part of our lives. Companies such as Facebook and Twitter control our lives (whether you have signed up to them or not, but that’s another discussion). Dictating what news we get, what opinions we hear, what we believe, and, to an extent, determining our actions. Because – and let’s be serious here, there aren’t that many exceptions to this rule – should someone start a challenge of some sorts on these social networks nowadays, and that challenge goes viral, you’d be a social pariah not to participate. And age or education level have nothing to do with whether you participate or not.
There comes a time when you run out of excuses for not doing something you should have been.
That time is now.
4 months later.
No, this isn’t reference to a post-apocalyptic world, where society has collapsed and the world has been overrun by zombies.
Or aliens.
Or taken over by an evil overlord.
About a year ago I published my first post. I don’t remember the exact day – lately my memory, among other things, is not what it used to be – but I know it was right before my birthday. Well, that day is upon us once again.
About seven billion of them!
As you can tell I am not talking about actual snowflakes. Not about those glossy white, frozen raindrops that fall down from the sky in some parts of the world and carpet the ground with snow. What I am talking about is the uniqueness of each individual on the planet.