"Non Stop Fashions"
Some thoughts and contemplations on my mind recently:
You need to be strong when at your very weakest and infirm.
You need to be supremely patient when you're in dire need and looking for immediate help, the waits are long.
These needn't be, considering their paradoxical nature, but are, how? By the hands that feed. Nothing is free. For the infirm, you pay with suffering.
Break the fashions and the conventions and the customs and the practices that have developed to squeeze the most needy for the sake of some public money, amounts which pale in comparison to other trivial and unnecessary spending. These gratuitous developments are valued over the life and suffering of brothers, sisters, mothers, daughters, sons and fathers.
It's vile. It's disgusting. It's repugnant.
Hope that one day you don't need this help and are lacking the strength and the patience needed to survive. Hope and pray if you have a deity, they might help you, even though they haven't yet.
I don't usually talk much about my condition and wellbeing or lack thereof. I will if people ask. I don't speak with moans and whines. Don't think that's what this is. Don't think you need to do something or that I'm asking anything of you, because I'm not. It's just some woe and some hope, for any affected by the abhorrent actions of the people and institutions involved in suffering and loss of life when it could easily be avoided.
For those not reading all this, it doesn't matter to me, I don't write this for attention, validation or gratification. Just some thoughts off my mind. Fairly long, I admit. Probably a bit heavy for a Instagram photograph post, but this is the only place I really express myself, usually in pictorial form.
No apologies given.
Carry on regardless and find joy when and how you can. I will be.
For now unavoidable sleep has got a grip on me. Hopefully some nice dreams included.
#personalwords #plight #hope #feels