Unbounded

The wireless speaker ... gauge of stupidity. Really? No, not really. I purchased the device back in April. Now, it has to be divested. Same ol' story. Purchase useless junk, get bored with it, mummify. Right? Well, not really. A lot has transpired since then. My visit to the emergency room at the hospital two months later, for example.

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Actually, that's the turning point. My mortality came to the forefront. I was reminded that I am an old codger, and that my days are numbered. Subsequently, meaninglessness became the focal point of my entire existence. Material possessions became even more useless to me. The Vienna Sausage, in its steady decline, declared that babes were now totally out of the question. The hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL) was exposed to be a ridiculous sham. Everything. Nothing.

I also came to realize that I, just like Alan of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) fame, am waiting for a future that may never come (i.e., denial of death). I have a meager amount of money locked into investment accounts. The accounts are totally liquid, but I don't touch them. Why? They serve no purpose. And, all of the money will eventually be legally stolen from me by one method or another. And, who is to say how long I will live anyway?

The passing of comedian Robin Williams by means of suicide should have been a "wake-up call." When I first heard the news, I suspected that he had underlying health issues, which most likely augmented his melancholia in a bad way. Sure enough, he was facing what would be a long battle with Parkinson's Disease. And, at 63 years of age, he was qualified to be labelled an old codger. Fame and fortune cannot reduce the ill effects of geriatric decrepitude. As you recall, writer Hunter Thompson also faced his demons in a similar and macabre fashion.

Old age has a way of reinforcing meaninglessness because every aspect of a "normal" (read: youthful) life rapidly disappears. Physical degradation and decrepitude prevail. Death is always on the minds of senior citizens. There are no diversions to ease the troubled mind. The body itself can no longer participate in diversions. That is why the mind becomes locked in a downward spiral of despair.

The troubled mind becomes obsessed with freedom. In actuality, the mind, if still intact, wants to flee a dying body. It wants to free itself of pain, disease, agony, and death. The mind wants to live on. In the end, it comes to the understanding that freedom is elusive or unattainable. Death is the only freedom from human bondage. Very sobering.

That is why, at least for me, "entertainment" has become moot. It does not placate the troubled mind. Ever wonder why so many senior citizens turn to guzzling cheap booze daily? Well, now you know. But, I digress. Music, sports, "mainstream" flicks, hurdy-gurdy video clips, shopping ... all moot. I did, however, find solace in the "mainstream" flicks "Divergent" and "The Hunger Games" series. Freedom is the underlying theme. Strange, isn't it? Real unbounded freedom is a solid concern for adolescents and senior citizens.