posted on Oct, 22 2008 @ 05:37 PM
I left home at 16, wandered, floundered, hit bottom and lifted myself up to a level where I was comfortable. It wasn't about competition or status
or wealth, it was a realization of my own goals. I've never cared much about "stuff". I had a hand up from a mentor -- she was an artist and
I learned from her.
Point is..... I've always known that I could work my butt off or not to achieve what I wanted..... or not. I hitchhiked across North America and
hitchhiked across Europe. I worked and saved and came home. When I decided what I wanted, it didn't have much to do with wealth and stuff, it had
to do with companionship and my view of happiness. I got lucky. I still live simply and not a day goes by that I don't worry about you all out
there in the big ol' world.... struggling... watching the skies, watching the news.
Here's my truth: Two hours ago, I picked 38 breadfruit from our tree. I gave 35 of them away, and I know they were appreciated. I don't
expect anything for it, but I know that we'll be eating fish we didn't catch ourselves within a couple of days.
I think we've gone too far beyond the point where people work and dream for tangible resources. Yes, I like my computer and the internet, and cable
TV, but dang, folks..... most of us don't have a clue where our food comes from. What makes a person gravitate to a city where all food, water
and resources have to be shipped in to support them? I used to love the city. San FRANcisco. Where did we go wrong?
Sorry for the maudelin rant. It's been a long day