The longer I live on the road, the more awake and aware I seem to become. Cities are like sensory overload tunnels bombarding me with noise; cars, leaf blowers, buses, sirens, music piped into everywhere.
Homes are like virtual reality hell chambers; loud TV bombarding me with a false realty and selling us everything under the sun to make empty baseless lives feel worthwhile.
It’s Black Friday. I sit back quietly and observe. People buzz about like robots stuck in ‘must buy’ mode.
It’s not that they need anything: they have shelter, heat and plenty to eat. But the ads and corporate America tell them they must not be content until they have MORE. BIGGER. BETTER. So, they obediently get in line, forgoing family, friends, relaxation and heaven forbid – a moment of gratitude for what they have – to stand in the cold, in long lines to get their fix of MORE. BIGGER. BETTER.
Take me back to the woods.
Take me back to quiet. Solitude. Peace.
Take me back to where things make sense. Where all that bombards me are the forces of nature; wind, cold, the cry of an eagle as she soars through the sky, majestic views and sunsets so beautiful and peaceful that tears well in my hungry eyes.
Our world is empty; void. We don’t even see how far we’ve fallen and how far we’ve detached from ourselves. Numb with boredom and discontent, the only real emotions we can muster are rage, anger, hate and jealousy. Hate thy neighbor.
It seems that the further we get from Nature the further we get from ourselves. I feel trapped. I need to go.
Take me back to Nature...
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