i have been trying to find a good old folks / nursing home for my grandparents who i know aren’t too far from needing a place to go where they can be looked after and kept entertained in their golden years. i am appalled at my findings so far as i can say with certainty, 9 out of 10 places are below par and the ones that aren’t will most definitely cost a bomb.
it makes me sad to think of the condition of living in this country, and how old folks for the most part, are on the loosing end of things. reality seems to be – if you don’t have enough money to hire a live in maid or check yourself into a pricey place, you have no choice but to live out the rest of your life in conditions that will suffocate you and take the joy out of what should be a very peaceful journey towards your final departure.
i want even more now to invest on a land, a few acres if possible, build my family a home and provide space for my children to run around freely and my parents to retire and grow old. i believe tribes have it right, living life together, sharing all responsibilities and burdens. more people to help raise the young and care for the old, together.
but that’s not society anymore, is it?
everyone trying so hard to make a living for themselves, not thinking about the rest of the world. i get it though. if you don’t belong to the minority of people who have found a way to make a living out of something they really love, life is hard. life is fucking hard. if you don’t work, you don’t make money and you are doomed to poverty – something i wouldn’t curse on my worst of enemies (not that i have any). if you work, you spend all your time at your job making as much money as you can – and hate your life a little when you find you barely have time for yourself (let alone anyone else), then waste said money on unnecessary expenses which are justified by of all the hard work you do only to find yourself truly still not satisfied.
everyone’s so caught up struggling for a “better” life. what counts as better anyways?
i want to dream big. i want to aim high. i have been shown that there really is so much more we can achieve beyond the illusion of money. someday i will provide a better life for those around me. there will be land for people to roam happily. plants to tend to. pets to take care of. activities to get involved with.
when my partner first shared his ultimate desire to live communally, it freaked me out, and made me think he was a little crazy. the thought of having to share my space with other people was intrusive. intrusive on this bubble that i call my space. intrusive on my past dreams and goals (which clearly didn’t come from a space of awareness). intrusive on the walls society helped lay foundation and bricks to. but i am no longer scared.
next month, i move into a new house *YAY* a place i will call home for the next phase of my life – before we get our land. and this will be a shared space. not in a housemate-everyone has their own room kinda way. but as two families living under one roof, as one. practice for the future – where i promise (myself) to live unselfishly so others may benefit from the hard work we put in together and the young, middle aged and/or old will no longer have to worry as much about caring for themselves. that is the pot of gold waiting for me at the end of this rainbow.