Life is good. My seeds are sprouting at an amazing ratio. The speed of the germination has caught me off guard. I’ve had to put in some extra hours to keep up with it. I suppose that’s why my co-workers call me “the germinator”! No one knows why the seeds I plant have such a better success ratio… I love gardening, maybe that’s why? That considered, I’ll put some pictures of my sprouts/plants up soon.
Onto more pressing matters. I usually dribble out my information a little at a time so I don’t shock the reader/listener. This time I feel like cutting straight to it.
What is going to happen to our Father’s house? What about our Mother’s property? I may be wrong, yet the general idea from my unique point of view is that our parents hope to sell their home and retire on that money. There’s one problem. No one has the money to afford a house! I’m afraid we will have an overflow of penniless, homeless, disabled elderly. The children of today will refuse to help because they might risk damaging their style or popularity. This is a real problem that no one ever mentions. Small business owners started a business for the same reason. To build it, sell it and retire. The young people today seem to have no interest in doing any hard work. They have no concept of sacrifice let alone working hard and long enough to be self-sufficient. (A country boy can make it in a city, but a city boy can’t handle the country) I’m not just worried about who will look after our elders. I’m worried about who will buy their homes and property. I know the people around here would rather sell their house than give it away to a son/daughter that did nothing but loaf around. Hard working people naturally have disdain for loafers, I understand that. I know first-hand that my generation doesn’t have any real chance to save money. Wages are low and costs are high. I wish I had the money to buy the houses and property of the elderly. I have money saved, but the cost of a house is a hundred-thousand dollars at minimum. I certainly don’t have that much saved. I also know first-hand that my generation refuses to admit they are wrong. Admitting you’re wrong means you should change what was wrong into what is right. Just ask the older generation about making mistakes if you want to know more. Meanwhile the younger generation complains that their daddy doesn’t just give them the house. It seems like a silly complaint to me. It’s normal for high-school graduates to move far away from home and go to university. It’s normal for university students to never call home, never visit and still feel entitled to the family fortune, which happens to be in the form of a house/property.
So I guess we have old hard-working minds clashing with a self-absorbed, lazy minds. The self-absorbed people haven’t done any of the hard work necessary that would entitle them to what they feel should be automatically entitled to them. Living in the country, I’ve noticed that the weak people move away to cities. In their minds they are leaving a life behind them akin to slavery. That considered, do you ever see a television show that isn’t based in a city?