Anyone who has experienced the slow wasting away of a loved one to Alzheimer’s or watched an empty shell swimming without purpose as the family look on, will know of the pain.
Am I alone in wondering what causes the corrosion of brain cells? No-one but me taking the pulse of their lobes? Have I been kind to my mind, (read the title above) have I trodden through the garden of earthly delights with sufficient care?
Hope so. The pursuit of pleasure has been (still is) a constant companion, commanding from inside to lay a place upon the table of my appetite for more. The bingeing, the parties and the hangovers. Not too excessive but reasonably regularly for many years. The motor constantly running spends all its time feeding the flames – compelling me to want and this is the battering my brain has been getting so I worry about my neurons.
Hey, the body’s doing good from healthy lifestyles (and a moderate approach) but there is fade in the upstairs department. Unquestionably not the springy turf I remember from my springier times.
Still in good working order in the immediate time zone and better than ever for imagination but the memory regions have blurred. Geography is my worst area for recall but then it always was, even in school when I was, supposedly, in my springiest period. There are just too many places in the world.
Just running a health check here. Working through the regions, testing, testing. Will there come a day when I’m checking on twitches and moods of madness between staring at nothing for long periods?
Anxiety is more corrosive so why worry? Forget it.