I am re-watching “Life on Mars” and “Ashes to Ashes”, on YouTube. Bloody riveting stuff, although I don’t actually believe in life after death.
But this is more to do with life in a coma, rather than death, which isn’t what the whole thing is all about. Although most of them ultimately appear to have been dead.
Me? I am not banking on it. But I doubt that anyone wants to be dead for ever. And so perhaps we hope. And hope is what life is all about. Even if only in the here and now. And at my age it all becomes a trifle more important.
PS. I carted the ghastly Pug up the stairs tonight to my bed because I briefly thought that she thought I didn’t care. She didn’t like it. She prefers her bed on the horrible wacked out armchair. that most people would be ashamed to own So I won’t be doing that again. I nearly broke my neck carting her up the stairs, let alone carting her back down again.
En Y var.
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August 2, 2015 at 1:02 pm |
I think people who don’t believe in life after death, hope there isn’t. The idea they still have themselves to be with, is horrendous. On the other hand, being with yourself after you have died, means the most important thing in the current life, is learning to like oneself!
Poor Pug knows you care – she can feel your “vibes”.
August 2, 2015 at 9:26 pm |
Just finished watching Ashes to Ashes. Quite uplifting actually. And they all appear to finish up in The Pub for Eternity. I can think of worse fates.
I’m not worried about being on my own. I’ve been doing that for years.
Or even liking myself. I just want to stop feeling as though I am to blame for every thing that ever goes wrong for everybody. This is a difficult habit to talk oneself out of.
August 3, 2015 at 7:13 am |
Wow, that must be terrible. How did you end up thinking that – even once is too much!
August 3, 2015 at 10:02 am |
I am one of life’s natural victims. A lot of people need one. I’ve just got a bit fed up with it lately.