Thursday, August 16, 2007
...the highest form of happiness.
Near the top of my immoral acts list would be to live an unhappy life. That's a sin. A major sin. If one is unhappy, one must find a way to become happy. God wants everyone to pursue happiness. If one can't be happy, there's no sense in living. In a sense, if one is chronically unhappy, one is already living in hell. Yes, hell is being unhappy. Depressed. Despondent. In despair. Anyway, that's why god promotes love. Unconditional love. Quite possibly that's the highest form of happiness. --Jim Broede
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I find so many, many unhappy people on the Alzheimer's message boards. Mostly, they are overworked, over-stressed care-givers. Almost all of 'em women. They're depressed. Some even talk about suicide. They're really in bad, bad shape. Some of 'em. They really have no business being care-givers. Because they are in worse shape than their patients. But it's as if they see no practical alternative. No solution. Well, I sometimes tell them they'd be better off placing their loved one in assisted living or a nursing home. And then visit often. But get daily respite. Yes, sometimes it's far better to be a relatively rested quality care-giver than a beleaguered quantity care-giver on duty 24/7. But so many of 'em tell me they're trapped, they can't do it. So they continue to harm themselves and their patients. Sad. Sad. Sad. --Jim Broede
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