Wow, the title of this blog post sounds kind of sinister, but I want to reassure you that it’s not intended to come across that way!
I’m one of those people in life that’s quite thoughtful, a bit of a daydreamer, but I’m also a worrier. Sure, I’m pretty laid back when it comes to a lot of things, but my future, and the future of my children is something that worry about a lot.
In my job I work with a lot of different people. From lawyers and doctors, to teachers, officer workers and the elderly.
The thing that gets me most is the stark contrast between these people’s lives. Although they’ve never met one another, not that I’m aware of anyway, there’s always something that makes me stop and think.
Yes, I like to know about people, their families, jobs etc, but outside of that, what really goes on? I only spend two hours at most in these peoples homes. Quite often they’re not there, but the elderly are always there.
The younger generation talk about how they dislike getting up early for work in the morning, how they wish they could stay in bed all day and spend the majority of their time at home, whereas the elderly crave the exact opposite of this.
While the younger generation have their phones going off every minute with phone calls and texts from friends, the silence in an elderly person’s home feels very lonely.
They long to go outdoors, to see people, to just walk down the road, but they can’t.
Sometimes I’m the only person they’ve seen all week and instead of doing my job and cleaning, they just want to talk. They want some company.
I can’t help, but feel how wrong this is.
It seems that we all strive to earn money, so that we can afford a nice home, a nice retirement, and be able to live our last remaining days in comfort, but what good is that when you end up sitting in a silent house, in the same chair you’ve sat in everyday for the past year, watching the same TV programmes?
Only ever getting up to eat, sleep and go to the toilet. What kind of existence is that?
As such, I’ve learnt to be careful about what I wish for.
Wishing that I could just stay at home all day and watch TV. Why am I wishing for this? Soon enough that day will come and I’ll regret it. I’ll want to be able to go out, to explore new places, meet new people, but it’ll be too late.
A few weeks ago I went for a run. This particular route took me through a park with a large playing field. It was a cold day, but it wasn’t raining. The sun was shining and the ground was covered in orange and red leaves. As I approached the top end of the playing field, something caught my eye.
A man sat in a wheelchair, alone. He’d wheeled himself onto the grass and positioned himself between two trees. As I ran past I wondered to myself how long had he been sat there alone just watching the world go by.
I mean I was pleased to see him outdoors, it’s better than being cooped up in a room all day, but something about his lonely image in the park, made me feel somewhat sad.
Life is short.
I know that all too well, after loosing my mum when she was just 50 years old.
I’m not really sure of the point of this post to be honest. I just felt like I had to write about it.
What do you think?