I Wonder

What is this world coming to?  I don’t read the paper or watch the news now because I’m not sure I want to know what is going on out there.  It’s getting difficult to keep my head buried in the sand though.  Not much oxygen down here.

I wonder what kind of world my grandchildren will live in.  But my biggest wonder is about my great-grandchildren.  Will they ever have a chance to lie on their backs on a green grassy lawn and watch the clouds changing shapes in the blue sky?  Will they have trees to climb or front porch swings to dream on?  And will they even have air to breathe that won’t choke on?  We’ve done such a wonderful job of destroying everything we touch.  Use it up. repair it, and use it again was once the way of life but now it’s just spend, spend, spend.  Wear it once and throw it out is now the way of life.  And I admit I’m probably more guilty of this than the next person.  I have a small apartment overflowing with things I don’t need.  For that matter some of them are things I don’t even want, just went through the catalog and “had” to have.

I’ve started asking myself if I “NEED” these things or if I just want them.  It is a difficult choice for me because collecting stuff has been my substitute for love that has not been there for a long time.  Someone lets me down and I buy something to fill the empty spot they left.  I find I can’t really count on some of the people I was sure would be there when I need them so I buy something to assuage the pain.  Only the pain remains and is accompanied by guilt for buying more stuff.

A few years ago I wrote a poem I called “No U-hauls” based on something I heard from a friend.  I’m not sure what happened to the notebook I was using at the time, but a few lines were as follows:

I look and look and find the stuff I know  that I must have, But I know for sure as someone said There are no U-Hauls behind a hearse.”

The sun might be coming up soon or it might be cloudy today.  We might be getting rain or snow.  It isn’t up to me there,  But one thing I’m sure of is that morning will come but I wonder what the day will bring.

The Good Old Days!  If only we had known!


4 thoughts on “I Wonder”

  1. Angie, your concern is valid, but we still need to think of that Billy Joel song “We didn’t start the fire.” I think our kids will live in a hotter and drier time. If we do not figure out cost effective means of desalination of ocean water, we may all die of thirst. Of course, we will need to filter out the plastic pieces. And, without water, crop growth will be compromised. When I say “we” I mean the human race. Keith

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    1. Absolutely right, Keith. Sorry for such a late reply. Learning to walk again is using up a lot of my energy. Also trying to get rid of some of the “extra’ stuff I’ve accumulated over the past year.


  2. Good post. I too am concerned with this planet and I’m trying but there isn’t much I do that makes a dent in the problem. I like to collect too but I am very glad my motivations are easier to control. Losing relationships is a hard hole to fill… Which reminds me that I need to cull the closets – again!

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    1. I’m working on the spare room when I get the chance. Learning to walk with the boot is exhausting, but therapy comes in every week to help out. I’m still looking for the remote I lost in November, or was it October? Had to call the cable company and have it replaced. Now I’ve lost the cable that powers my power chair. I can find most things as long as they are where I am used to them but in my zeal to declutter I’ve moved a lot of stuff out which means I had to find new homes for things that were in or on them. Hopefully the cable didn’t walk out of the place with the latest “helper” who came in to find stuff she wanted. Oh well!


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