It occurred to me today that adulthood kind of sucks. I mean when I was a kid I had chores and responsibilities, but they were not the bulk of my existence. It seems now-a-days all I do is take out the trash, pay an electric bill, go to work and repeat. I thought I’d have enough money and freedom as an adult to really live life and travel and do cool things. I don’t have 2 nickels to rub together at month’s end and I’m certainly too old to go put a backpacking journey through Europe on my Visa.

Thoreau said it best when he wrote “most men lead lives of quiet desperation.” It’s true. We are the most connected and communicated generation in history, yet I’m gathering many of us have never felt so alone. We’re promised if we are rich enough or thin enough or have perfect teeth we’ll finally be happy. The problem is the minute you chase down and catch one of these beautiful butterflies, it dies in your mason jar and you’re right back up looking for the next distraction.

Personally I’ve been trying to focus on the positive lately. Hence less bloging. This becomes my sounding board for universal truths and things that make me go hmmm. So maybe this thing we call our lives is like a treadmill. We run like hell and in the end don’t really end up seeing much. I guess I’d rather be one of those folks that jogs outside and gets some scenery on the journey. Better yet I’ll just walk and take the whole thing in slowly. Hopefully that will make the journey longer.