<h1>Free Fairness</h1>

I have a tendency to drift off into a world of fairness, as in "Why me? Life isn't fair." Then, I realize that the definition of "fairness" is not mine to own. Fairness is determined by outside forces, climate, vulnerability, custom, culture, susceptibility and perhaps even God (if a deity exists in your catalog of woes). Bad things can happen to good people. The universe is not interested in your doubts and fears and is indifferent in determining your future, fair or unfair. We live, we die, and there is little we can do to change the inevitable. Between the alpha and the omega we exist in a battle between the good and the bad things that determine that existence.

What a bleak picture! It is dark and depressing and fortunately, I don't occupy it very often, but a little angst every so often helps to write poetry and poetry is my sanctum sanctorum

For example, I was wallowing in self-pity when i wrote this poem, my vision of life. When I was finished writing, I liked the result. I had my poetic-high and I was ready to take on the world.

There is a gate with no fence
But it's shut tight and locked
So I stand on the outside and wait
My life is a thread cocooning the lock
But the clock in the yard's running late

And that clock has its hands on the gate.

How is it, given our prognosis, that not all PWP suffer from depression! Some do, others do not.

Depression can be a fact of life for some PWP. It can be depression brought on by being tagged with PD or the clinical depression that, for some PWP, is a symptom of PD. I have never been depressed (touch wood) but I have seen it and it ain't pretty. The advice of the experts is to exercise. Pull yourself up by the bootstraps and suffer the joy of running, weight training, walking, swimming. You know the drill.

Good advice, but what if you are barefoot?

I attended a lecture a few decades ago in which the lecturer, a distinguished professor from Syracuse, advised that if you have a need to exercise, but would rather be sedentary, drink a bottle of coke. Your blood sugar will shoot up and when it does, within a half hour, get moving and that liquid motivator will last beyond your blood-sugar-high.

I imagine there are better ways of obtaining the energy to get moving, but they won't taste as good.

Whatever is your motivator/motivation, just do it; exercise, then exercise some more and heed the words of Socrates who wrote:

It is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of which his body is capable

Take ownership of your body and keep it tuned up and you will be amazed at how it responds, but don't bother complaining that you don't deserve having PD. ("It is so unfair"). You may as well be howling at the moon.