I give you a quote by Jenni Young:
"Pause and Remember: Every situation in life is temporary. So, when life is good, make sure you enjoy and receive it fully. And when life is not so good, remember that it will not last forever and better days are on the way." – Jenni Young
Then I ask the question how many dimensions are there in real life?
To my way of thinking, there is more to life than the simple choices that this quote presumes.
I give you another quote from the same font of wisdom:
“Pause and remember— No one is coming to rescue you from yourself; your inner demons, your lack of confidence, your dissatisfaction with yourself and life. Only self-love and good decisions will rescue you.” – Jenni Young 2014
To my pragmatical way of thinking, these two quotes embody a parochial attitude that is unreal and two-dimensional. There are those who may say the equivalent of ‘amen’ to such sentiments. They are, in my not so humble view, either expressing sorrow for those who repeat the quotes mindlessly, or who swallow them hook line and sinker whilst peeling veg at the village trough, metaphorically speaking.
I retort, using key points strategy,
- If a loved one dies, is that physically temporary?
- If a bayonet is being shoved into and twisted in your belly, for target practise, is that physically temporary?
- After death, do we really have a comforting expectation that we will reunite in a place we could regard as heavenly?
Life itself is surely temporary, not just the episodes in it, so how can anyone be assured that better days are on the way? One might as well pronounce that when life is good you’d better make the most of it because it won’t last forever. It’s the same thing, isn’t it? Amen to that too!
Now in case any of you think that I am being morbid, rest assured that I have no inner demons, nor do I lack confidence, and my satisfaction with life is relatively high, given the fact that with longer life comes the normal wear and tear. I equate self-love with egoism, and have learnt to live with my decisions, good and bad.
‘Each to his own!’ as one sour recipient of my pearls of counter-wisdom riposted, when I had the temerity to question her lofty, self-deluding preachings, in Jenni Young’s vein, from a false pulpit.
I consider myself lucky not to be living in a settled country, where scorched earth policies are not practiced against minorities, where starvation and poverty is not the rule of life, and the likes of me can scorn at the shallow quotes of sheltered, harmless nonces like Jenni Young without fear of retribution. Or can I? there are militant vegans around who are increasingly strident in their demands that I adopt a diet that meets with their approval.