To fail to plan…
Heres another rum bokkle post… or is it? 
Bwoy… life is so interesting. It is just unpredictable…. it has so many twists and turns. It is… complex… Try as you might, you cannot plan for everything, and yet you must try! “To fail to plan is to plan to fail”, it has been said, and I believe that! Thats why it sort of hurts when you see people just sitting and allowing chance to rule their lives. “Yow! Try something nuh!”, you want to tell them.
Rass! You do tell them! Do they listen?
Another saying that I have learned is “If you don’t know your history, you are bound to repeat it.”. I have been looking into history and I have seen some things and it ain’t pretty… Basically, people, the best friend you can have is money in the bank! If you don’t have that, sometimes your goose done pluck already, the oven done heat up… its just for you to put the rass goose in!
But you need to plan. You also need to have a backup plan. Maybe a few of them. Without plans, life is not pretty… sometimes even when you do, put in place some plans, life is not pretty… but at least you did try, which is what we have been put here for.
I am sure that I have mentioned before on this site that IMHO, life is just a test… not necessarily a simple pass / fail kind of test , but a test never the less… “Shit has happened. Now what you gonna do?“. Whatever the outcome, it doesn’t mean that you have failed, because even when it looks to everyone else like you have failed, maybe your goals have been met?! 
Meanwhile, back at the ranch…
I remember reading somewhere that in times of old, when a person grew too old to fend for himself or herself, the person would think of the tribe. “I am too old to hunt. I still consume food, food needed by the hunters and the gatherers to provide strength for themselves so that they can go and look for food for the children, who are our future!”, they would say to themselves. “Our future is so important! Against that, I am as nothing! I have become a burden, and if I stick around, I may cause my tribe to fail… we might die out… we might vanish from the earth! I cannot allow that!”. In many tribes, the old folk used to just walk out into the wilderness. They would just disappear… the tribe members knew what was going on… they would pretend that the old folk had disappeared too… hell, in cases where the elderly didn’t want to live up to what was expected of them, sometimes the tribe would ‘disappear‘ these old folks themselves!
They would just pretend that they had become invisible!
What are your thoughts on that sort of thing? Is life so important that people should strive at all costs to prolong it, even when things could be more productive and beneficial to all if the scarce resources available were allocated according to the “needs of the tribe”?
For instance, what are you going to do? When you get old-old-old and people need to wipe your batty for you?Do you want to stick around in those circumstances? If they do decide to wipe your ass for you, would you enjoy that, or would you want to be outta here?
Hey, your plans have to be all encompassing, you know… you even have to plan for things like this!
What you gonna do if / when these decisions come for you?
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Have often thought about it. Talked about it with the parents. Talked about it with friends. Most people my age brush me off with statements such as “stop being so morbid” or “cross that bridge when you get there”… and I have to say to myself, “can’t wait to reach the bridge, cos you never know when it going pop roun’ the corner on you. must plan”. Must admit to not having a plan, but I have the intention. I don’t wanna stick around and be a burden. I wanna go quietly off into the wilderness, just like those of old. I have to ask myself tho, in this day when things like what happened in Florida recently can go on… what are my choices really? Yea - this is a topic on my mind too.
I have no plan but I do think about that stuff and wonder
Boye, yuh serious this morning. I have no plan set in writing or on stone, but I got an idea. I think about it moresso for my parents than for myself. They brush me off and don’t hink about it, but it’s something we all must think about. INteresting topic.
I have thought about it often. If I were to have throat cancer like Popsy’s uncle did who ended up bleeding to death, I would HATE that. I have “very unofficially” given Popsy permission to take me out to the back yard and shoot me if that happens.
I would also HATE to be a vegetable, just lying there waiting to die with no use of my brain or muscles. I would rather go in those situations.
Interesting topic.
I definitely don’t want to live to an age where am a nuisance to some one else.The day when I can’t fend for myself I’ll seriously think of taking a walk in the wilderness.But I have already told all concerned if I should fall in a coma or something-just pull the plug.
Well…first off, if this post was done unda the effects of VX…I would say…henceforth, thou shalt not post lest yee be well unda de effects of nuff rass juice my yute. Many a good point made.
Now, I do have some plans, but perhaps have not done what I need to, to execute them in a timely fashion…..I feel we may all be guilty of that to varying degrees.
As I have said before frequently…quality of life is most important to me. Hooked up to a ventilator with all your muscles atrophied and being fed liquid food (that looks more like blended baby shyte) is not living. Lying down in your own piss and crap in ‘Pampers’ is not living. If I get to that stage, I am happy to go.
I’m a medical practitioner….I am supposed to help to preserve life. However, if I get cancer…I am willing to take the necessary treatment…life can be phucked up at times…but it sweet nuh rass as well….
If however, the treatment and its side effects seem to me to be worse than the disease itself…then allow me the dignity to go gracefully.
Good post. And yeah, I know me well overdue.
God gwine sin di whola uno. uno too ungrateful and bad mind. I do believe that nobody dies before their time so if someone is there and you have to wipe their batty, it is a lesson for YOU, not them. And if you live to be batty wiped ..it is a lesson for the person who is wiping it. Stop trying to stop what God plan and just LIVE IT UP till yu batty haffi wipe.
This natty person sound like some sorta prophet/soothsayer!
MB… You are obviously feeling the strain of your many… many years taking up space on this good earth. Not to worry… Those preservation of the tribe through the ultimate personal sacrifice things have long since become unnecessary… No one is going to ask you to wander your senile old ass off into the jungle anytime soon… You’ve got a few… Er… couple good years left in you yet…
Personally… For the good of my tribe’s future… I’m just going to wander MY wrinkly old ass into some ubiquitously nasty brothel somewhere in Alaska, and have my way with overweight Inuit prostitutes until my heart gives out… or I die of starvation… Whichever comes first…
Ps. Nice ride up top… But wha happen when tha storm surge lick we? Oh and those ‘water-trikes’ are the earthly manifestation of hell’s torture devices… The internal combustion engine and propeller were invented by forward thinking individuals to alleviate the need for these things… And also to promote flabby… But ‘pain-free’ thighs…
hmmm, your drunken ravings are quite illuminary.. is that a word? Anyway.. Yeah I’m a yardie…. take care