The Last Furlong

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Everything kills you – it’s called a life

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As I age, I notice interesting “facts”.

I notice the Furlong children have grown up OK. They are all great adults and Mr Furlong and I are proud of them. Despite living in a house with two smokers – Mr Furlong was never without his packet of thirties and a lighter – they were healthy kids. We ate “wrong”. But we survived.  If something terrible happened, we comforted each other – psychiatry wasn’t an industry in those days. Those were the times of happy ignorance.

They were times of believing that illness was “bad luck” and the family doctor could help us with his respected knowledge.

Now, with the help of the fear industry, we are all affected with lifestyle concerns.  We are told what kills us – food, drink, smoking, lack of exercise, shampoo, detergents, toothpaste, pollution, loneliness, medications and on and on. If those things don’t kill us – the worry will.

Everyone seems to believe they have the answers to health – health has become the supreme goal. Doctors have lost prestige – certainly here in the UK – because they now just follow the “scientific” menu provided them by the government without intuition or wisdom. And they are PAID to find an illness in us.

And each individual is charged with the responsibility of their own health to save on the costs they incur (supposedly) to The National Health System. Revenues from smokers support the treatment of others, over and above themselves, Food taxes should cover the obese. Sales taxes on sports goods, the sports injured The taxes every worker pays their whole working lives called National Insurance should go to the “aging population”  that are blamed for just about everything. And the new boomers coming along, will surely pay for themselves as they also will “have a working life”.

Everything kills you – it’s called a life. There is something to be said for happy ignorance.


Author: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

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