Bingo!! It’s doing the mundane stuff that you feel has nothing to do with you, that’s hard, and then doing it day after day after day. It’s the mental component that can be the hardest of work.
ride YOUR BIKE AROUND A LARGE OUTSIDE MALL WITH TUNEIN OR PANDORA PIPED INTO YOUR IPHONE .....LISTEN TO GREAT ENTERTAINING CURRENT CUTS BY BRIAN KILMEADE, HOWIE CARR AND OR ROGER HEDGECOCK ET AL...YOU CAN RACE THRU AN HOUR WITH GREAT EASE....AND YOU GET LOTS OF SCENIC ENTERTAINMENT TO BOOT....WORKS GREAT...A GREAT CALORIE MUNCHER...VERY PLEASANT...
Those of us who are old enough to remember a world without TV dinners -
We grew most of our food from seed, in gardens we tilled, hoed, weeded, then picked & canned the harvest, and then laid in provisions for the winter.
(I can’t remember which annoyed me more, shelling peas, or the dad-gummed lima beans! The endless baskets, and the sore fingers! Must have been the lima beans!)
We traded with our neighbors (meat for milk, etc), and helped each other out when things got tough, or someone was hurt - all of that now only a memory in those of us now too old to explain it to our urban offspring.
We see our adult children ridiculing our warnings, and we see our grandchildren lolling on the couch in front of the TV, oblivious to the effort it takes to keep them living like mythical olympian gods and goddesses.
We are beyond worry for them now, for we fear they are doomed. The very idea of mundane work, so they can eat, be warm, or even have potable water completely escapes them. They “know” it is their birthright, and that government gives it to them, along with whatever else they fancy, like a cellphone.
My question, for those of you sharing my grief, who might offer some slim shred of hope - how do we go on seeing the oncoming disaster, when all around are pretending that the music is still playing, like on the Titanic?
Where can we find hope for their future?
All I can see ahead is desolation, a new dark age of barbarism. Please tell me that I am wrong, and that I have overlooked something when trying to discern the future.
Odd that they call the mental component “intestinal fortitude”