There’s a point in life where you have to admit that you don’t have the answers and chances are you aren’t going to find ‘em.
Enlightenment might exist in some distant temple in the Himalayas. I’m thankfully to live in a time and place where I could freely travel to that point of enlightment, but do I have the money or the motivation? Nope.
There in lies the funny truth about life these days. We have a limitless internet, hundreds of television channels, nearly every movie ever made can be rented at the click of a few buttons... yet we are bored. I mean really genuinely bored. OK, I should say I am bored.
I don’t want to be one of those cry baby first world types who complains. I have nothing genuine to complain about. Some days I think if I had something to complain about, I’d feel a little better about things. It just seems amazing to me that a year can pass and I don’t even know it, yet I count down the minutes until I get to leave work and go home or count down the days until the weekend rolls around. 10 seconds after I walk through the door Monday morning I start all over again.
The weird thing is I believe this is the rule rather than the exception. I think we all do this. We should be dancing in the streets that we live in a time and place with top notch health care and limitless entertainment and our biggest problem is most of us eat too much. Our ancestors would kill for this.
Somehow it all falls flat. If it didn’t, then we wouldn’t have dozens of anti-depressants that only make us fatter and more apathetic. Weeeeee………
Enlightenment might exist in some distant temple in the Himalayas. I’m thankfully to live in a time and place where I could freely travel to that point of enlightment, but do I have the money or the motivation? Nope.
There in lies the funny truth about life these days. We have a limitless internet, hundreds of television channels, nearly every movie ever made can be rented at the click of a few buttons... yet we are bored. I mean really genuinely bored. OK, I should say I am bored.
I don’t want to be one of those cry baby first world types who complains. I have nothing genuine to complain about. Some days I think if I had something to complain about, I’d feel a little better about things. It just seems amazing to me that a year can pass and I don’t even know it, yet I count down the minutes until I get to leave work and go home or count down the days until the weekend rolls around. 10 seconds after I walk through the door Monday morning I start all over again.
The weird thing is I believe this is the rule rather than the exception. I think we all do this. We should be dancing in the streets that we live in a time and place with top notch health care and limitless entertainment and our biggest problem is most of us eat too much. Our ancestors would kill for this.
Somehow it all falls flat. If it didn’t, then we wouldn’t have dozens of anti-depressants that only make us fatter and more apathetic. Weeeeee………
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