Cheryle Boyle is a self-published author in Atlanta, Georgia with a novel on amazon.com about a mother's resilience in the face of despair, stories about life, and inspiring poetry on her list of accomplishments. Cheryle has many stories to tell, as you will see in the diversity of topics and styles she draws from here in Cheryle Shares. Enjoy the insightful writings that inspire each reader to stay true to creativity, be present in the moment, and follow your muse.
June 16th 2016 | Cheryle's Serious Business
While working, I had the opportunity to visit the elderly at skilled nursing facilities. Of the many things I observed, and the most dramatic, was the fact that we spend all of our lives building, working on collections, working on relationships, striving for something better. We purchase homes, cars, furniture, memberships, clothing, essentials and extravagances. We go from one relationship to another, always trying to get it right and make it better. We look for and long for love and belonging; it’s human nature. Time speeds up and our lives become a blur.
And, we do this repeatedly, until we reach a plateau, a stopping point in our lives when the physical body starts speaking louder than the shiny red sports car on the dealer’s lot or the perfect dream house just a few miles away. The body says your time is up, you have reached the end of your telemeters. The focus becomes different. You no longer have the ability to defy. It now turns to healing and longevity…the desire to remain on this planet or to give up and succumb.
Your house no longer matters, or if it does, something or someone intercedes and removes it from the equation. You no longer have the energy to grasp the steering wheel and push the pedal to make the car’s engine accelerate. The clothes you wear no longer matter, just as long as you are covered, and sometimes, that matters little as well. Relationships become different. You are no longer working to build them, but treasuring the ones you have made; some stand out as special and you cling to those.
Your home is now reduced to a single room that you probably share with someone else; they may talk to you or they may not, as they are active in their struggle to remain or relinquish. Of the beautiful furniture that you carefully picked out, when you had that dream home, only a simple dresser and one nightstand remains, and often do not match. Your most prized possession is your television, because frequently it is the only company that you will have for days or weeks. Your car is reduced to a chair with two large wheels; your hands become the fuel to propel or you just sit and pray that some kind person will come along and assist you. No longer do you have a choice of what you eat; you can’t go to the frig for a midnight snack, your plates are lukewarm at best and coffee is tepid.
My daughter-in-law observed, while viewing a special collection that I have, how difficult it must be for people to spend their lives creating these cherished collections, only to be forced to give them up later, as they no longer matter. This got me to thinking about all the things that I cherish and hold important and how, at some point in my life, these will no longer mean anything to me. Aren’t we Humans crazy as we busy ourselves with such gatherings? Do any of you collect things? Is it a collection that will be passed on to someone that will cherish it as much as you have? Is this just a lesson for us collectors to stop the gathering and get into serious matters of the heart? What do you think? Share your thoughts.