Dear Reader,
An interesting thought that has been on my mind this week has to do with loving interactions. Funny preface to this thought: yes, it is mostly provoked by watching a couple episodes of the The Walking Dead. A common theme in this television series to lose loved ones. After all, it is about a post-apocalyptic world full of zombies that try to eat every living thing they can get their hands on. There has been a countless number of dead people on the show and almost as many loved ones that mourn the loss of those people. However, I want to focus on something that has also happened several times on the show.
Many people have watched their loved ones turn into zombies, which is almost more difficult than losing them to death. Imagine this scenario: your father turns into a mindless corpse that you can still see, touch and smell (probably a really bad smell, depending on how long he has been a zombie). However, it is not your father. It is your father's body, but his mind, his spirit and his will are completely gone. All he wants to do is tear you apart and have you for a meal. A practice seen in The Walking Dead is holding these zombie family members in a place where they are still living and moving, but far enough away that they won't cause physical harm to anyone else. I don't pretend to know the thoughts of these people holding zombies captive. It seems that they understand their loved ones are different, but they don't understand that they are not the same creatures they once were. Most people in the show will kill zombies without thinking, no matter who they are. The people who hold on to these zombie family members are given a reputation of being crazy.
The thought that has come to mind is the comparison to real-life loved ones that may be beyond communicating. I apologize for offending anyone by this comparison. In no way shape or form do I consider anyone to be a zombie or brain-dead. The focus of this discussion is the difficulties people face when those they love are not able to connect on the level desired, whether it is due to a mental illness or physical distance. The song of today's post has something that is really interesting in it. It says, "Hey there Delilah, don't you worry about the distance. I'm right here if you get lonely; give this song another listen." No matter what kind of distance we are referring to, it is difficult.
I have never had any close relationship with someone who has a mental handicap or illness, so it is difficult to imagine what it must be like not having effective communication with a loved one. I can't imagine what it must feel like to have your dear friend right there next to you and not be able to communicate your feelings. They can't communicate them, either. Most of all, I can't imagine what a person in this relationship is supposed to do.
All I know is that everything will turn out eventually. I'm sorry that I can't say much more than that. It is hard to have barriers that prevent us from knowing what another person is thinking. All I know is that those barriers all come down, whether by our own choice or by someone else's. I pray that each of us can listen and find those answers to our questions.
An interesting thought that has been on my mind this week has to do with loving interactions. Funny preface to this thought: yes, it is mostly provoked by watching a couple episodes of the The Walking Dead. A common theme in this television series to lose loved ones. After all, it is about a post-apocalyptic world full of zombies that try to eat every living thing they can get their hands on. There has been a countless number of dead people on the show and almost as many loved ones that mourn the loss of those people. However, I want to focus on something that has also happened several times on the show.
Many people have watched their loved ones turn into zombies, which is almost more difficult than losing them to death. Imagine this scenario: your father turns into a mindless corpse that you can still see, touch and smell (probably a really bad smell, depending on how long he has been a zombie). However, it is not your father. It is your father's body, but his mind, his spirit and his will are completely gone. All he wants to do is tear you apart and have you for a meal. A practice seen in The Walking Dead is holding these zombie family members in a place where they are still living and moving, but far enough away that they won't cause physical harm to anyone else. I don't pretend to know the thoughts of these people holding zombies captive. It seems that they understand their loved ones are different, but they don't understand that they are not the same creatures they once were. Most people in the show will kill zombies without thinking, no matter who they are. The people who hold on to these zombie family members are given a reputation of being crazy.
The thought that has come to mind is the comparison to real-life loved ones that may be beyond communicating. I apologize for offending anyone by this comparison. In no way shape or form do I consider anyone to be a zombie or brain-dead. The focus of this discussion is the difficulties people face when those they love are not able to connect on the level desired, whether it is due to a mental illness or physical distance. The song of today's post has something that is really interesting in it. It says, "Hey there Delilah, don't you worry about the distance. I'm right here if you get lonely; give this song another listen." No matter what kind of distance we are referring to, it is difficult.
I have never had any close relationship with someone who has a mental handicap or illness, so it is difficult to imagine what it must be like not having effective communication with a loved one. I can't imagine what it must feel like to have your dear friend right there next to you and not be able to communicate your feelings. They can't communicate them, either. Most of all, I can't imagine what a person in this relationship is supposed to do.
All I know is that everything will turn out eventually. I'm sorry that I can't say much more than that. It is hard to have barriers that prevent us from knowing what another person is thinking. All I know is that those barriers all come down, whether by our own choice or by someone else's. I pray that each of us can listen and find those answers to our questions.
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