The Last Furlong

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Imagine being carefree. What does that mean? It’s completely, utterly and absolutely unobtainable as a human condition, yet we are offered it in virtually every advertisment. It conjours up images of people having ‘fun’. People laughing, relaxing, eating, drinking, lazing about, always with the sun shining, having smiles on their faces, displaying gaiety.

Care free means free of care.

Which is humanly impossible.

All the children I know are always wanting something, never care free.

All the people I know are not care free.

There is ALWAYS something to stress about. No one is ever care free.

Everyone is faced with decisions. That’s what cocks up being care free.

Modern care free is offered to us as a goal. Carefree hair, carefree beauty, carefree holidays, carefree shopping, carefree fun, carefree insurance, carefree funeral plans, carefree eating, carefree clothes,

Fun, fun, fun.

The Furlongs have been pretty much really care free. We don’t shop. We don’t buy much. We don’t go anywhere. We don’t require anything. We live exceedingly simply. We don’t get pleasure out of ownership, so we are happy with our old stuff. Being frugal is our pleasure. Routine is what we enjoy.

But this morning I woke in a state of stress. We have plans afoot to go to France in June next year. We have gone completely nuts.

Care free has evaporated.

It’s HOT in Provence in June. We know. We did that before. Flying is a nightmare. Driving on the wrong side of the road is challenging. Our many, many beautiful photographs show two old people having ‘fun’ and on a care free holiday, but, believe me, they lie!

Author: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.

2 thoughts on “Carefree

  1. I worry if I haven’t got anything to worry about.

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