Saturday, February 4

Where Are They Headed?

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Stuff stuff stuff and more stuff, as my friend sonshine comments. How much do we really need. Excess weighs heavy, it is a load. Each object claiming a piece of the owner. So many sink down out of sight in a bog of possessions. They turn into what they have. Defined by their choice of material things. The more you have, the more you are.
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It has been my experience that less feels much better. I know for Americans they want to spend their big wages or their credit on what makes them feel they are almost as good as the rich and heading that way, but to have that as a goal makes present day life ring empty. If you don't believe in the rich, don't imitate them. There is nothing simple about life in America, like all is a drive that is dialed in for consumption at an astonishing rate. Always on the go, looking for what they need next.
Constant state of change searching for what is supposed the next best thing, the ultimate, the state of the art, perfection, the American Way.
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Here in Mexico, I live in balance, taking no more than my fair share, living as my neighbors do. Simply and naturally without a lot of fuss. Needs are small here and life is very big without the clutter of more and more. It feels so good to me, so right, that I can survive so well on so little. And it is not just the accomplishment that feels good, like a sacrifice, because it is not. Simple is good, it feels good, it makes the rest of life seem simple and good. I feel no need to get more than what I have right now. Im not going anywhere but here, and I am already there. Life is so very very good here. It is a reward for living right.
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It's a sad thing when a country turns people into something that is not acceptable and even those we love we cannot tolerate because of the extent of the damage done by their governments effort to enslave their minds. Love them yes, like you would the sick and wounded, but don't ever let that love condone what they do as bearable, or you are one of them and lost as they.
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Although I do fear them beyond help, now. Too late

1 comment:

littlebitofsonshine said...

yes it is so sad when we have to drive threw the woods cutting down all in our way to see a glad in the middle from the comforts of cars and trucks we cut so much the glad is gone the deer are gone the oxigen from the trees are gone cause we cut down the trees to get to the glad with out thought of tomorrow