That's Life, with or without Esther Rantzen







That's Life, with or without Esther Rantzen

You wake up in the morning, reluctantly. Damned alarm clock. The pressure's already started. Mouth dry as the surface of Mars… Headache? Hopefully not another migraine. Strange aches and pains and warning signs in the lower abdomen and it could be one of those irritable days when everything tastes wrong and feels icky. Or what about having a pain in the groin that makes you want to go to Wiki for the definition of hernia…

What happened last night? Did you go too far in that frank and fearless discussion? Will she ever trust you again? Is he just like all the others, unreliable, selfish, unsupportive when it matters…

Oh God, there's people to phone this morning. An important sales call that you'd rather die than make. Why isn't there a magic fairy who can do that for you? And a letter to write to the taxman. And monthly accounts to finish and the VAT, not to mention too much work on a project that is starting to challenge your confidence in your own ability. That great client is going to slip away. They've never been three months late on an invoice before. Something is wrong…

Maybe the website is the problem? Perhaps the market's getting overcrowded? Recession. Debt. Wish you hadn't booked that holiday in Bali at New Years. Wish you hadn't changed cars last October. Wish you hadn't remortgaged in 2009 with such a huge penalty charge to escape from it.

Still, at least it's just life. Could be worse. If that inflammation turned out to be, you know… Best friend's had a heart attack and he went jogging every day. Mum's got late onset. Julie that you used to work with lost her son in a car accident and now she's paralysed, exhausted, looks like she's never going to recover. It'll be divorce next and then who knows what. Terrifying how a life can just fall apart. All OK one minute and gone the next.

None of us is getting any younger. It's all starting to wear out. Menopause soon. Can't get it up some days. Rather just have another glass of plonk and fall asleep. Not to mention global warming and a worthless pension fund.

Never mind. Don't be depressed. Think positive. Go online to the la la land of social media where you can act the entrepreneur, pretend you have friends, scan Facebook for gorgeous photos and evocative statements about, you know, life…

Good luck with that.









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Danielle de Valera

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That's Life, with or without Esther Rantzen

Scarily good, Steve. Scarily good.

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Andreas Wiedow

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That's Life, with or without Esther Rantzen

Wow, what a furious scenario . . . I woke up in love this morning :-) You know, the Partridge Family thingy . . . http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cB42gtWz_X4

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Martin Dewhurst

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That's Life, with or without Esther Rantzen

You wake up, it's 4.30am again, too early to rise? or too awake to go back to sleep! The aching bladder means that going back to sleep is not an option now anyway and there's a million and one things to do. The schools you're scheduled to visit in September are awaiting replies, the wheels project you're due to meet for the photo call in October is awaiting news of the Bosnia convoy, the offers of support all need following up and securing. Head spinning with the ever circling to-do-list, you get to work, 04.35, this is your life now, a permanent state of blessed unrest, the effort at times feels like the forcing together of two great industrial magnets, you pull with all your strength to the point where the two parts are almost touching then hold them there, suspended, waiting on one side to shut down its current and flip its field in realisation of its other half. Then there's the doubting voice to contend with, it only knows one page of words, echoes from every doubt you've ever heard, every questioning glance you've ever seen. Its presence serves to add the tension to an otherwise giant leap from rain drops to deluge. So you fill your time with action, take care of the little tasks so the bigger ones can take care of themselves, or so the theory goes. Yes you miss the children yes they miss their Dad, yes you know they know and yes you know you'd rather be blind to what you've seen and ignorant to what you've learned, such is consciousness, the rest is denial. And that's the reality with things bigger than our own small needs, they provide a context and a perspective to our lives that otherwise would have gone unseen, they show that there never was this one mountain, it's merely one peak in a range and all you can see from your highest point is the foot of the next mountain ahead, so the secret to clinging to any form of sanity is to let go of the self talk and relax into the climb.

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Phillip Khan-Panni

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That's Life, with or without Esther Rantzen

Shirley Maclaine, whose interest in the occult is often derided, once told the story of how she was being driven in a jeep high in the mountains of Peru. She fell asleep, but awoke to find herself alone in the vehicle. A ball of light bounced up towards her and, by moving back and forth, seemed to indicate that she should follow. It led her into the surrounding woods and to a clearing where stood a low structure with an opening. The ball of light went in and she followed. Inside there was an obviously holy man sitting cross legged, levitating a couple of feet above the ground. She said she knew she was in the presence of a profound spirit, and she blurted out, "Master, I have so many questions that I have longed to ask. For example, why are we here, and what is the meaning of life?" There was a pause, and then he replied in a deep, melodious voice, "Life is just a bowl of cherries ..." Pip pip. PKP

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