Are You Worrying That The World is Coming to an End?
A suggestion: Stop Worrying, but assume that it’s true. Now’s a good time to make some plans for yourself and your loved ones.
You can stop worrying because you already knew that your world would someday end. Or did you think you would live forever? Think about that. What if you died tonight from who-knows-what. You’d never learn whether the climate disaster was as bad as it seemed it might be.
Does this make any sense to you? I know that a lot of city dwellers, which means half the people living on Earth — are very uncomfortable with the whole subject. I mean uncomfortable with the thoughts of global warming, overpopulation, extreme weather, and in the end these all revolve around thoughts of miserable deaths.
But city dwellers don’t get to see death. Dying people get whisked off to hospitals, and dead people get whisked off to who-knows-where. Right? Do you get to sit with and comfort dying people? Do you help prepare and bury the dead? Do you even know how to do these things.
I’m not being critical. Most people are not living a very natural life. 10,000 or 15,000 years ago everybody saw and experienced the processes of dying and then cremating or burying the dead. It’s not as bad as you think. You learn, and you learn to value life, but most of all you learn that death is natural and not to be feared.
Because it’s inevitable anyway.
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Maybe the world is coming to an end — whatever that means exactly. What it means to the average person is that maybe a lot of people are going to die. But see, they each and every one were going to die anyway.
It may sound stupid for me to talk this way, but it really isn’t. If you can get philosophical about these gloomy questions you’d realize that you can remain calm and not be so afraid or even terrorized by the thoughts that bubble up.
If you can be calm and philosophical you won’t be emotionally paralyzed. If you aren’t paralyzed you can make courageous plans and carry them out.
You’ll feel so much better if you decide what to do and then do it.
In a way I’m writing about myself. I found the frenzy of living in the U.S. was distracting and unhealthy for me. So I moved to rural Panama.
In Panama people live very simply and are philosophical about life. Here you can be poor or rich, healthy or not, but the general idea is to be ‘tranquilo.’ That’s sort of the motto of Panama. Tranquilo. Be calm.
When the power goes off and the pumps fail in the water system, which happened last night, everybody . . . just adjusts. That’s what I did, and the neighbors did. Actually, to survive in Panama you need a machete and a shovel.
That’s not exactly a joke either. When the power goes off, the people come outside. It’s too gloomy without lights inside. Some will cut the weeds out front with machetes. Some will plant more trees using shovels. Some will mix up concrete for a patio using shovels.
Survival of a human requires food. That’s just the fundamental truth of existence. Well here in Panama you’re surrounded by food. It’s like right now the chickens have had a population explosion. They’re everywhere! Big fat chickens and roosters and thousands of chicks. They roam — many chickens are wild and not owned by anybody.
The vegetables here grow all around. They are very cheap. I can’t spend more than $10 for a month’s supply of veges. If you have food you have life.
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It is true that in places like the U.S. the climate disaster is real and it’s a big disaster. People there are not tranquilo, either. They are somewhere between worried and terrified.
Here in Panama there is no obvious climate problem. Even if there were the people would still be tranquilo. But actually this is a tropical paradise. We are so fortunate. And there’s no busy-ness like in America. There’s a government here, though to tell the truth I think they all stay in Panama City. At least I’ve never had the government here make any kind of demand at all of me. No taxes, no laws or rules. I guess they know we’re grown-ups here and know how to behave.
Or how to ignore people who misbehave in minor ways. And nobody misbehaves in major ways. I’m sure there is crime somewhere around here, but it’s so rare that people leave their cars running at the curb while they go inside to eat lunch, and bicycles sit in front yards.
All of my gardening tools are out front in plain sight. In two years I’ve lost nothing.
… Fred Ermlich
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