I’ve always lived in the pull of a world that was cut in half.

There’s the part that belongs to the wind and the water and birds and our childhood instincts.

And then there’s the other part where we’re held captive by what people tried to build on top of it and the parts of us they had to kill to make us fit.

If there is anywhere to return to after this life, I want it to be that first place.

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JoyfulSilence · 51-55, M

It is all a noble vision but in the end it is often about survival. Somebody has to put food on the table. Even the birds in the winds must devote their lives to hungry mouths.

Of course in my case my hope is to get to the point of wealth where I can stop all that and veg until I fade away. At least I only have to feed myself.

I had a little taste of this lifestyle during the shutdown, but to be honest I got a little bored. I will have to find some intellectual and creative hobbies to keep my retirement years interesting.

I'm learning it is not about the destination, but the journey. The struggle is part of the spice, and lounging in peace can make us soft and dull. Sometimes we need to stay hungry. Even as a master. The young grasshoppers always challenge us. The yin and yang.