Every now and then, usually when walking or driving along a road I find myself thinking that everything around me will still be there when I am dead and gone. I realise that this is morbid - but it's true nonetheless.
Not everything will still be there - but the lamp posts stand a fair chance of surviving me. I know it's odd, but true. I realise that I am lucky to live where I do, in this time and not another part of the world or another time period where life could tend to be 'solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short' as Thomas Hobbes would have it. Realising this in itself makes me wonder why people like me don't take better care of themselves but often try to, for example, drink themselves to obscurity or even death.
Listening to the radio recently I heard a comment that winners of money in games shows sometimes express the need to improve their bodies by spending some of their winnings on body augmentation or plastic surgery as important. I know that if for some reason I suddenly became wealthy I would invest in getting my dodgy knees and hip looked at - but I don't consider that vanity - more like pain relief. Question is then, why don't I do this now? Perhaps I don't have faith in the National Health Service?
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