Needful things

I need a vacation. Now more than ever.
I need therapy. I need therapy for my lack of desire to seek therapy.
I need to dance. I need to walk. I need to go shopping.
I’m not giving up. I won’t withdraw. I won’t!

Ever notice how burnt-out people call you naive like that’s a bad thing?

Yeah, I want to be jaded and disallusioned and always fear the worst. Please, help me to ovecome my childish naivete.

Jesus had a few things to say about childish naivete. I seem to recall he was in favor of it.

It’s so hard to get old without a cause
I don’t want to perish like a fading horse
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever

So many adventures couldn’t happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever

Alphaville, “Forever Young”

I think I’ve earned my cynic cred. I see the world for what it really is. That doesn’t prevent me from seeing what it could be.

To paraphrase a great cynic, Puddleglum the Marsh-Wiggle: I expect you’re right, and our world is just a child’s delusion. But’s a damn sight better than your grey second-rate reality, and if it’s all the same to you, I’d just as soon keep believing in it.

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  1. I’ll second Puddleglum!

    Would to God that I could pull off my cynicism-that-comes-with-age. But it’s like thick molasses, or tar. It’s so hard to be rid of. I wish I could just live a life of naivete and expect that it would be all right with everyone else. I know it’s not though. So resolving to live that kind of life is a monumentally difficult task.

    Good luck to you!

  2. The Jaded View and Cynicism at large

    As I’ve always said, “After you hit 23, it’s all downhill from there!”

  3. Power to naivite.

    I once was a cynic, and my cynicism shielded me from hurts as well as from joys. Much in my life encouraged me to cower behind my shield. That is the way of death, I have realized. At least for me. Now I see the world in greener tints (green being far more preferable to rose). I envy the innocence of children and thus try to emulate it while also tempering it enough to not be consumed by the ever gnashing and ever rabid packs that prowl the common world.

    Pessimism is not realism. It is the force that can corrupt hope if given too much leeway in a world struggling for something to believe in. Given the chance, humanity may choose to believe in the corruptness of humanity instead of the goodness.

    1. Holy crap. Someone actually took me up on my invitation to read the archives.

      You know you’re right, rose is an odd color to want to see the world in. Almost… Martian.

      Thank you for your vote of confidence 🙂

      1. Yeah, I figured why not. I tend to, at some point or another, go back and read all the archives of the interesting people on my friends list. Though, with my current schedule it will likely take a while to get through yours as I am able to read only in bits and spurts.

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