Like so many people, I feel my life is missing something bigger. I feel as if I do nothing more than contribute to a consumer culture than I am less than a fan of. I sell disposable crap to people who'll forget they bought it a month from now. Isn't there anything with any permanence anymore? What happened to the experience? Why are people substituting a life of memories for a life of things? I was one of those people and I am disgusted by the pathetic nature of my past life. I still struggle with it. It's so easy to go online and buy one more thing I'll never use. I want a life I'm proud of. I'm getting there but I have to find a way to earn a living that doesn't make me ill.
Any thoughts?
Any thoughts?
panther289:
Everytime I get those feelings(which are more and more often as I get older) I throw a dart at the map. Going to the place and learning something new about it and myself help me understand life in a different way. Good luck on your search.
lasthaikunicorn:
Thanks. I have come to realize I need to find a distraction. I've got plenty at my disposal herein Maine. I've just got to get up, stop being a whiner and get to it. Thanks for reinforcing that thought.