Old man's thoughts
Something to think about
As we remember, today is Memorial Day
There was leg running, flapping wings mixed with cluck, cluck, cluck, bock, bock, bock, bock, bock, cluck, cluck, cluck, bock sounds ... "Go away," I shouted, while slide feet on free dirt on the ground. My feet knocked into hard ground, throwing clouds of dust and dirt into the air of the chickens, who suddenly and unexpectedly ran up and around me. “What are you doing,” I shouted, stomping my feet on the running chickens — oh, I suddenly saw the reason, a packet of chicken feed I was wearing caused a leak, and the grain was scattered prematurely on the ground where I was walking.
It seemed that these stupid brainless chickens began to attack me, and I quickly looked to see if there were any, but there were no chicks in this area. I thought the whole coop must have gone crazy. Sometimes the mother hen came after you if she thought her children were in danger. I did not notice the leak in the bag of food that I was wearing.
My moment of distress stopped, and I thought “okay,” and continued to scatter the necessary amount of grain on the ground for the chickens. Then I sealed the bag and took it back to the shed where I came from. It ended my duties during the day.
I groaned a little now when I changed positions in my easy chair; these old muscles were not as agile as they were then. An event with chickens happened when I was about 8 years old. While my mind still feels like this 8-year-old boy, the body of this 70-year-old “boy” now feels some of the miles it has accumulated. For some reason today, when I sat down to relax and read a book, my mind wanted to wander. So here I am sittin, and moan and groan is pitiful, isn't it.
That day, about 62 years ago, I remembered a good day. That day I went to school, and then for a long time I chatted with friends than usual. Even in this small, old, remote town where I grew up, sometimes wanderers happened, strollers, if you like. They come from other parts of the nation; he or she, as a rule, someone fell for happiness, seeking respect, just trying to restore their feelings from the trials of life. They were compared to homeless today. Then I did not understand it, but now.
On that day, my friends and I saw an old man walking through our city with a cardboard sign, who boldly proclaimed “The End is Near.” For some reason I remember that. My buddies and, although I was not shy, were associated with him because he seemed dirty and unshaven. In fact, his appearance made us feel uncomfortable, so we “kicked our banks” across the street and continued our game there, shouting, playing and kicking the bank in the other direction from the person.
We continued to play longer than usual, and I was late returning home. I had to hurry in order to fulfill my duties before the sun went down. I guess so I didn’t notice a hole in my bag of chicken food.
Still rushing, I broke into the house just in time to sit down to dinner with my parents and my two brothers and sister. “Oh, oh, oh,” my sister exclaimed, “she washed her hands,” she said. Relying, and then, leaning back, I muttered: "You saw an old man in the city today." “Do you mean that there is a sign from“ End ”?” One of my brothers answered. “I,” I said, at the same time asking, “What does this mean?” My father answered: “chomp, chomp, chomp” when he was chewing a piece of rabbit stew that was our meal that evening, “this good fat mother ”, and then he put another spoonful of stew in his mouth,“ Yes ”swallowed my brother's“ good mother-mother ”.
“Well, guess what it is,” said my mom, answering my question: “This means that a person thinks that the end of the world is approaching ...” Alarmed, I entered: “What? the world is coming! Starting from my flash, my sister came out of her little school world. "Who finished what was over," she asked in a loud voice. “Mother said the end of the world was coming,” I said. “No, no,” another brother entered the conversation: “Mom said that the old man with a sign believes that the end of the world is near.” “Burp, ah, excuse me, yes, sir, something good stew,” repeated my father.
I remembered exactly that day, I thought, sitting here in an armchair. Smiling to myself: “More than I need, I think ...”
Many scholars, religious figures, soothsayers, and proclaimed prophecies of prophecy have shouted and continue to say that the end is near or near. Nostradamus, one of the most famous lunatics, even predicted that December 21st of last year could be the end. The Bible tells about the signs of the times that predict the closeness of the end of the earth, as we know it, associated with the second coming of Jesus Christ. Many interpret the events taking place in the world today as signs of those times. And, of course, back when I was eight years old, so many years ago, many thought that they, too, recognized these signs. "The end is near!" They then and now proclaimed.
Is the end close? Or will it ever end? Interesting. Since then, 62 years ago, I heard people talking on street corners in different parts of the world and at different times, all declaring that we should be ready, the end is near. Of course, the end is closer for some of us than for others, but is it really the absolute end of the world, where all the existing people of Earth suddenly appear.
Or the end that they proclaim is more like the end of the world, where hopes and dreams disappear. Where existence is just a matter of waking up, walking in a daze, confusing through wakefulness, sleeping and repeating the same things day after day for the benefit of those who see "others" as those who don this land for their pleasure and advantage. The rest of us did not describe what our hopes and dreams were fulfilled.
I wonder which of the following defines the “end:”
a. Complete destruction of living and respiratory animals and man on this earth or,
b. The end of freedom of choice. The loss of all individual rights, allowing you to realize your dreams, aspirations and destinies.
I think it was necessary to conclude that any of these definitions of the “end” is really the “end”. I think one or the other can be outstanding. I really hate being pessimistic, but for the sake of my descendants, I would prefer: more & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; because who, except the dictators of the world, would choose. Who or why thinks it is worth living in a world where his whole existence is dictated by another.
During my life, I never thought that the old man and his sign “The end is near.” After all, if the world would destroy itself tomorrow, I can't help it. But, if the definition of "End" - b ", the end of freedom of choice, the loss of all persons; the right to fulfill your own hopes and dreams; if it is a definition of the end, then it is the end of which we speak. In the end, our ancient people or those who came before us made this decision once, several hundred years before, and are grateful that we should be them, because they change the world then and do not allow it to go to the generation. of our generations.
On this Memorial Day, we should be extremely grateful to America for our ancestors and pilgrims chosen for us, their descendants. They knew that the end was near, but decided to thwart it, that we could have a life free from dictatorship and government by the government. Maybe a little more thanks to the flower that we place on the graves of those we remember will be appropriate.
Maybe we should abandon politics as usual. Get rid of Democrats, Republicans, Communists, Socialists, etc.,. Just reset our thinking button, and everyone gets to the same page, working on what is right and rejected incorrectly. Maybe we should become or focus on who we are - civilians.
Can we ever be equal to each other if we put a political tag in front of our name? I think no. These political identification tags are as preliminary as any racial or ethnic labels. In the end, in all the options available in this world, there is a right and wrong choice. Why do we choose the wrong so many times just to please some?
Are we not all truly equal to our human rights? We must work as one person creating a world in which we can all have a chance to realize our individual hopes and dreams.
Does the freedom that we have chosen to give those we have put in place for our needs, maybe too much? How many of those who represent us choose the wrong plan, just to remain in the grace of the powerful few in their party, completely ignoring what is right and their components. Are those who represent us, perhaps using their positions and our generosity and out of control? Does this mean the end is near? It seems to me that we are losing the lifestyle that our ancestors foresaw. "Insightful clever" seems to poison and undermine our freedoms from us, preying on the gullible and unsuspecting.
It would be nice if the "People" woke up. Of course, we can leave the future to others, this is what so many do. Those who trust, are lazy, thoughtless, for a pittance, give our world to those who would leave us all and should serve them; fulfilling the prophecy, where we can say: "the end is not near, it is here."
Wearily, I think: “Damn it, what day, I think, I will go, read my book and leave“ The End Close ”to the rest, after all, it's just my children and future grandchildren at stake Hog, yawns like the world now, hmm maybe the end is really close ... zzzzzzzz. "
