Still Gonna Die

Life is going along splendid -- well, not considering the fact that all of us are going to die. You'd think though, from all the health news briefs, we could prevent it by how we live, what we eat, how we act. Sometimes you just gotta laugh, it seems so silly.

Fact is, we're mortal.

Fact is, due to being mortal, we are going to die.

Fantasize all you want about immortality (via religion, whatever) but folks, so far there's no proof of life beyond death. And nothing to prevent death is on the horizon.

Now why this rant? I sometimes just get sick of hearing all the conflicting information about "preventive measures" we should take to prolong our lives, as if there were a means of utterly eliminating death altogether.

Here's lyrics from a country song that pretty much says it best:

Gonna Die

So you're takin' better care of your body
Becoming more aware of your body.
Responding to your body's needs.
Everything you hear and read about diets,
Nutrition and sleeping position and detoxifying your system,
And buying machines that they advertise to help you exercise.
Herbs to revitalize you if you're traumatized.
Soaps that will sanitize.
Sprays to deodorize.
Liquid to neutralize acids and pesticides.
Free weights to maximize your strength and muscle size.
Shots that will immunize.
Pills to re-energize you.

But remember that for all your pain and gain
Eventually the story ends the same...

You can quit smokin', but you're still gonna die.
Cut out cokin', but you're still gonna die.
Eliminate everything fatty or fried,
And you get real healthy, but you're still gonna die.
Stop drinkin' booze, you're still gonna die.
Stay away from cooze, you're still gonna die.
You can cut out coffee and never get high,
But you're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die.

You're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die.
Still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die.
You can even give aerobics one more try,
But when the music stops playin', you're still gonna die.
Put seat belts in your car, you're still gonna die.
Cut nicotine tar, you're still gonna die.
You can exercise that cellulite right off-a your thigh.
Get slimmer and trimmer, but you're still gonna die.
Stop gettin' a tan, you're still gonna die.
You can search for UFO's up in the sky
They might fly you to Mars where you're still gonna die.

You're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die.
Still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die.
And all the Reeboks and Nikes and Adidas you buy
You can jog up to heaven and you're still gonna die.

Drink ginseng tonics, you're still gonna die.
Try high colonics, you're still gonna die.
You can have yourself frozen and suspended in time,
But when they do thaw you out, you're still gonna die.
You can have safe sex, you're still gonna die.
You can switch to Crest, you're still gonna die.
You can get rid of stress, get a lot of rest,
Get an AIDS test, enroll in EST,
Move out west where it's sunny and dry
And you'll live to be a hundred
But you're still gonna die.

You're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die.
Still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die.
So you'd better have some fun
'Fore you say bye-bye,
'Cause you're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die.
--Written by Shel Silverstein
Performed by Bobby Bare, Jerry Reed, Waylon Jennings and Mel Tillis -- The Old Dogs album

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The two miniature ponies are doing fine. It's amusing though to watch Festus being protective of his gal, Ginger. If the two larger horses are nearby, he positions himself between Ginger and them. She follows him around, letting him lead! :-) He's a gelding, but obviously hasn't forgotten he was once a stud.

Yesterday we bought wormer, and DH wormed both miniatures. I have been giving them treats occasionally, hoping to win Ginger's trust. I'd love to brush her, but it's a bit soon yet; she's still nervous and settling into this new place. But Festus is one happy little horse since he has his gal back with him!