I’m a resilient-enough kind of a guy. When things get a bit rough, I generally take it on the chin and move on as best I can, not un-scarred but not broken either.
But the last few weeks, a recurring thought in my head has been along the lines of, “if it’s effecting me this way, how on earth are the more vulnerable ones managing?”
I’m thinking about the constant bombardment of bad news stories which our country is experiencing these days. Stories of economic doom. Stories which have now left the homestead to play out in glorious Technicolor on the international stage.
But the last few weeks, a recurring thought in my head has been along the lines of, “if it’s effecting me this way, how on earth are the more vulnerable ones managing?”
I’m thinking about the constant bombardment of bad news stories which our country is experiencing these days. Stories of economic doom. Stories which have now left the homestead to play out in glorious Technicolor on the international stage.
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As a country, Ireland has been mismanaged to such an extent that our debt is beyond the grasp of the populace. The world looks on as this movie-wild-west-town we built for ourselves falls over to reveal the tumbleweed blowing behind.
It’s a tough time here in Ireland.
And, like I was saying, the unfaltering doom and gloom is even getting to me, someone who normally rides the waves of such things. It’s not that I’m feeling especially weak or vulnerable, it’s just that the unremitting barrage of black news is hard to shrug off.
Can there be such thing as too much news? I sometimes wonder. If our country was a business, would the bosses be running out of their offices every few minutes to tell the people manning the machines how much trouble they were in? I don’t know the answer to this. I know we’ve had our heads up our asses for the last decade and there will be a high price to pay for the misdeeds that were done while we were up there. I guess we finally need to know the worst now, blow-by-blow.
I don’t know.
I know what I have to do, though. I just need to keep reminding myself of it.
I need to play my own game, look out for my own house. I need to keep fighting and working and seeing the good things and smelling the roses and staying strong and optimistic and productive.
I need to keep on truckin’.
I think we all do. Whatever our circumstances. If we have work to do, we have to get it done. If we are unemployed (God knows, I know how that is) we need to keep ourselves mentally and physically fit for the day when we find work. It’s not easy but it has to be done.
We have to be optimistic too.
As a country, Ireland has been mismanaged to such an extent that our debt is beyond the grasp of the populace. The world looks on as this movie-wild-west-town we built for ourselves falls over to reveal the tumbleweed blowing behind.
It’s a tough time here in Ireland.
And, like I was saying, the unfaltering doom and gloom is even getting to me, someone who normally rides the waves of such things. It’s not that I’m feeling especially weak or vulnerable, it’s just that the unremitting barrage of black news is hard to shrug off.
Can there be such thing as too much news? I sometimes wonder. If our country was a business, would the bosses be running out of their offices every few minutes to tell the people manning the machines how much trouble they were in? I don’t know the answer to this. I know we’ve had our heads up our asses for the last decade and there will be a high price to pay for the misdeeds that were done while we were up there. I guess we finally need to know the worst now, blow-by-blow.
I don’t know.
I know what I have to do, though. I just need to keep reminding myself of it.
I need to play my own game, look out for my own house. I need to keep fighting and working and seeing the good things and smelling the roses and staying strong and optimistic and productive.
I need to keep on truckin’.
I think we all do. Whatever our circumstances. If we have work to do, we have to get it done. If we are unemployed (God knows, I know how that is) we need to keep ourselves mentally and physically fit for the day when we find work. It’s not easy but it has to be done.
We have to be optimistic too.
We’re in a cycle, we’re always in a cycle and even the smartest people don’t seem to be able to appreciate the fact that there is a bottom when they are at the top. The converse is also true; we’re at the bottom now but better times are coming. The projections are dreadful because everything is largely worthless now but, as things improves, things gain value again and the projections improve. It’s a sort of self-fulfilling prophecy. We have to ride it out for a while – not as long as they like to tell us but a while nonetheless.
The worst thing would be for all this doom to make us unwell. It can happen, we have to defend against it. Value life and health above all else, hold onto both, treasure them and go out into the world every day and enjoy them.
The worst thing would be for all this doom to make us unwell. It can happen, we have to defend against it. Value life and health above all else, hold onto both, treasure them and go out into the world every day and enjoy them.
Today won’t ever come again, we have to find something that makes it special and good.
This pep talk was brought to you by me… for me.
This pep talk was brought to you by me… for me.
