Lately, I've been thinking a lot about this whole "the grass is always greener" concept. Is it possible for anyone to be truly, genuinely, and unequivocally "happy" in a given time space, with no thoughts of "what if?" or "what could have been?
Once again, I find myself torn. I spent the last 6 months of my life in a tiny ski town in Colorado, isolated and cut off from vast cityscapes and mass throngs of modern-day youth. Don't get me wrong - I wasn't chopping my own wood and hunting Elk with a make-shift cross-bow (although I kind of wish I was?) Surrounding me were a strange confusion of luxury ski resorts, high-end boutiques, and over-priced sushi restaurants. And this unsettled me.
Leo said it right:
"The only downer is, everyone's got the same idea. We travel thousands of miles just to watch TV and check in to somewhere with all the comforts of home, and you gotta ask yourself, what is the point of that?"
What is the point of that? Why do we seek out modernism in the most backwards and far-flung of places? More specifically, why do we desire isolation in the midst of urban chaos, and urban chaos in the midst of isolation?
Is this the natural ebb and flow of today's human interaction? Have we not disguised our most animalistic and innate desires in a pretentious masking of consumerist greed and imperfection? I guess what I'm trying to say is that if we go to the woods, we must sleep by a fire. It's not what we are supposed to do by any means, rather, it is what we were born to do.
In honor of all this, I have chosen to share with you today Sir Nicholas Drake.
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